"What an imposing presence."
Carson Flores spoke leisurely, "If I hadn't been told about the three Sects and four clans, I would've thought this Southwest gathering was run by your Divine Cloudy Sect alone."
Josephine Harrison's beautiful face turned red abruptly, and the ambiguous looks from the onlookers made her feel as if pins and needles were on her back, as if these people were laughing at her.
The Divine Cloudy Sect was used to acting overbearingly; how could they tolerate such humiliation?
Although Josephine Harrison was angry, she knew all too well that though the Divine Cloudy Sect was powerful, they couldn't just have their way at the Southwest gathering. She directed all her rage toward Carson Flores.
This man, she would make his life worse than death!
To have him kneeling before her, begging for his life!
Josephine Harrison said icily, "Keep being tough, I hope you can keep it up!"
