"Palace Master of Hundred Flowers, please leave the Xuan Shui Sect's market!"
Jia Ren did not reply to Zuo Siyan, instead turning his head to look at the Palace Master of Hundred Flowers, who was watching the drama unfold from a distance.
"Should you continue to stay, do not blame me for mercilessly destroying a flower."
As he raised his hand, a drop of ink-like Eight Origin Heavy Water danced between his fingers.
Palace Master Ji Hongshang's complexion fluctuated, and frustration welled within her. She had thought the emergence of this ominous figure seizing the Sect Master position would create a great spectacle. It would be an opportunity to divide the Xuan Shui Sect and gain Xingluo Market bloodlessly. It would have been perfect if she could have won this person over. The idea was good, but the situation changed too quickly for her liking. The newcomer had now turned his attention towards her.
