"This is a mission. Control yourself," said one of the women.
"What? Do you have a problem? Do you want..." the man's words trailed off, as MingYue didn't want to hear any further words from him.
At first, she still considered paying since she didn't want to waste time. If she attacked, she would get involved with the conflict in the city.
Killing these pests meant those with higher cultivation would come to this place, bringing their army. But looking at their actions, she felt it was inevitable to have a conflict.
Even if she paid, these people would just keep asking for more, thinking she was rich and easy to bully.
Stab—her sword pierced through the man's throat.
The cultivators surrounding her were not her opponents. Most were at the late foundation stage, while only two or three were at the early core formation stage.
