Though she feigned a calm tone, the suppressed fury was impossible to hide. "Everyone, my apologies."
"An Elder of my Carefree Sect is about to arrive. We ask that you wait a moment."
It wasn't as if they were entirely brutish and unreasonable; they understood the principle of starting with courtesy before resorting to force.
But this courtesy was laced with an unassailable arrogance.
The pomp and circumstance was all a bit much, a bit too postured.
Mo Yunzi's lips curled into a bloodthirsty sneer. Just as she was about to retort with a sarcastic jab, she felt a gaze as deep and still as an abyss fall upon her.
Her body went rigid. Looking up, she saw it was just a faint glance from Chu Fan.
The look held no trace of reprimand, yet it possessed a heart-stopping authority, as if to say, 'Be patient.'
Mo Yunzi's throat bobbed. In the end, she swallowed the taunt that had risen to her lips and resumed her cold, detached demeanor.
