As soon as the words were spoken, everyone turned their gaze to the woman surrounded by them.
She wore a white gown, draped a long veil over her shoulders, her black hair falling to her waist. She had subtly applied makeup, looked as beautiful as a fresh lily. The contrast to the lavishly dressed Jia Xitong beside her was stark, leaving Xia Pu momentarily dazed.
"What are you staring at!"
The pink-clad female cultivator beside the woman scolded, "Senior Sister Zhuo Jingya is the direct disciple of Master Ni Mu and the confidante of Young Master Wan Qi. You three ignorant country folk, how dare you barge into the Treasure Pavilion?"
Xia Pu, though from humble beginnings, had an extremely high sense of pride and strong self-esteem.
The words of the pink-clad female cultivator hit him right in the heart.
With a look of disdain, he glanced at these people, turned, and was about to leave.
