"Venerable Master Serenity's disciples?"
She nearly squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, her hand under her wide sleeve clenched tight.
No wonder this Little Golden Dragon could slip so easily from her grasp, making her chase for three whole days and nights, bringing utter disgrace.
So it was because of that old iceberg Serenity—no, Venerable Master Serenity.
He is the undisputed number one in the Cultivation Realm, his strength unfathomable, his temper infamous for being fiercely protective and unpredictable.
Though her Sect of a Hundred Flowers is formidable, before the Ruins of Kaelum and that one, they aren't even worth a fart.
Mael Valerius naturally noticed her, his dark gold eyes sweeping over coldly, not even pausing for an instant, simply walking past with Corbin Crowley and the others.
That sheer disregard stung Vienna Paxton more than any mocking words.
