Wen Jiaren watched as Elder Wei took a slender needle from the box and stepped towards her. She sneered, "Your Taiji Sect, supposedly a reputable and upright sect, resorts to such lowly methods women often use. It's laughable."
Elder Wei, calm and composed, replied, "In extraordinary times, one must act with extraordinary means. Compared to Mu Qian's misdeeds, what is this? Everyone will believe we are doing justice for the people."
With that, he tossed the box to the man behind him and squatted down in front of Jiaren.
Wen Jiaren suddenly laughed. Elder Wei asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Song Donghai sneered, "Stop putting on airs, Elder Wei, ignore her. She's just trying to buy time."
Wen Jiaren coldly laughed, "I laugh at the fact that the combined age of the Taiji Sect and Dragon King Hall leaders exceeds 150 years, yet they fear a thirty-year-old Mu Qian."
"Afraid of Mu Qian? Ridiculous."
