"Jiang Cheng, Wang Qingyu, why are you two standing in the way of our Heavenly Moon Sect?" Dong Yang questioned grimly, his voice carrying an unmistakable edge.
His fists were clenched tightly, veins subtly bulging beneath his skin. His entire being radiated readiness, as if he were prepared to step forward at any moment and face these arrogant peacocks head-on.
"Hmph! Naturally, we intend to pass through this route alone," Jiang Cheng sneered, his eyes narrowing with disdain. "I don't see why you should take this path as well. If you know what's good for you, turn back immediately."
"Insolent!"
A furious voice rang out from within the Heavenly Moon Sect's ranks. One of the Yin Lord disciples, unable to suppress his rage any longer, erupted with an outraged shout.
For too long, he had swallowed his grievances, but now, faced with such blatant provocation, he could hold back no longer.
