This was first-class provocation, yet the disciples of Sky Mist City could do absolutely nothing about it. Even more infuriating was the fact that the sect elders remained completely silent throughout the ordeal, as though they had tacitly approved of the Frost Angel disciples' actions.
Their indifference only made the humiliation even more unbearable.
When the cultivator whose magic ship had been seized heard those words, the rage within his heart reached its peak. Veins bulged across his forehead as he struggled with everything he had to suppress the urge to explode on the spot.
That magic ship was not merely a transportation artifact.
It was his greatest possession, the culmination of countless years of hard work, and the most valuable treasure he owned.
