Su Li truly wished to applaud this fearless male disciple—he was utterly oblivious to his own mortality.
Even in her past lives, when she hadn't possessed the formidable abilities of a cultivator, few dared to speak to her this way.
Such fools were everywhere, the kind that would be killed off at their first appearance in a TV drama.
Speaking carelessly was indeed a fatal flaw.
The oppressive might of a Nascent Soul Master crushed the insolent disciple to the ground.
That was the beauty of the Cultivation World—displeasing ones could simply be subdued with a wave of oppressive force...
All problems solved, no need to lift a finger or say a word.
The moment Su Li's presence was felt, the irritating chatter ceased.
As a Great Cultivator visited, several elders from the Immortal Sword Sect hastily gathered with a group of disciples.
