"What's wrong?"
The young girl's eyebrows slightly furrowed, her nose still as a maiden's, like an innocent and cheerful girl, she asked, "Isn't there enough manpower in our Marketplace to take them down? Do I need to inform Sister Xiao Chan?"
"Enough, I will make the arrangements."
The beautiful woman, thinking of the girl's identity, sighed inwardly and said no more.
Provoking forces like the Heavenly Corpse Sect and Yiming Ghost Sect stationed in the Marketplace might cause trouble.
Yet, disobeying this young miss and making her unhappy would mean trouble now.
...
Half a day later.
At the Immortal Spider Peak, inside a grand palace.
Nobly dressed men and women were bound, their mana restricted, unable to move.
"Nangong Yaoyao, what is the meaning of this!"
"Miss Yaoyao, is there perhaps some misunderstanding here? Our Gong Family has always had good relations with your sect…"
