His laughter grew louder and louder, until it shook the roof tiles of the main hall.
The Azure Dragon disciple's figure teetered uneasily, clearly unable to withstand the violent might, yet he gritted his teeth and persisted.
Suddenly.
The laughter abruptly stopped, and Wu Weili sneered at the disciple.
"Isn't your Azure Dragon Temple supposed to be sealed off for three years? Why have you suddenly sent disciples down the mountain to wander around?"
"Still blatantly talking about the Azure Dragon Order—is it really that you're unaware of the current situation, or is your wet-behind-the-ears Temple Master pretending not to know?"
The Azure Dragon Temple disciple's face showed anger, then he gritted out a few words through his teeth.
"Insulting my Temple Master is like insulting my sect. Wu Weili, are you really intending to make an enemy of my Azure Dragon Temple?"
For the first time, this disciple spoke unceremoniously, directly calling out Wu Weili's name.
