"This esteemed fellow, please pause. We, disciples of the Taiyi Sect, will handle our internal matters. We wouldn't want you to trouble yourself."
Zhang Jing slowly walked in front of the other party and said with a soft chuckle.
His tone was gentle.
Yet it subtly carried a hint of domineering intent, one that left no room for refusal.
Opposite him.
The man's eyes, filled with a deep demonic aura, slowly met Zhang Jing's indifferent gaze.
A smirking expression flashed across his face.
"You're too polite, junior brother. Being the host of the Ancestor Immortal Sect, how could we stand by and watch as our disciples are bullied by the creatures of the All-Heavens Myriads Spirits Camp? Not to mention that Ge Qingshen is a good friend of mine."
"Moreover..."
