"Arcturus, have you fallen so low as to bully a mere disciple?" A calm, melodious voice echoed. Arcturus frowned and slowly tilted his head upwards. High above the sky, a vague silhouette of a woman was visible.
"Ophelia," Arcturus clicked his tongue in annoyance, slowly backing away. Not even a second had passed, Ophelia materialised in front of the Divine Sword Sect disciples. She had a small smile on her face as she addressed the man before her once again.
"Heh, try that nonsense once more and see if I don't barge into the territory of The Empire and cut your hands myself."
A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead; he cursed himself inwardly for being hasty.
"Oh? Old Hag, you sure seem active."
Just as Arcturus was about to reply, an authoritative yet mellifluous voice echoed. Ophelia's brows twitched when she heard that comment. Turning her head, she saw beautiful women floating in the sky.
"Why don't you say that standing in front of me, Little Lyss"
