Chen Yingzhi glanced at the greedy glint in the eyes of the few Registered Disciples and Outer Disciples. She heard their suddenly ragged breathing and knew that this Fellow Daoist Qiu was right.
These few bottles of elixirs could really incite those lowly curs to attack her.
Not that she was afraid. They were just a few Registered Disciples she could crush with a wave of her hand.
But she couldn't afford to become a laughingstock.
"Qiu Garrison, you're an interesting man." Chen Yingzhi's expression shifted in an instant. She laughed delightedly, then turned to the woman standing on the Red Silk, her tone turning vicious. "You wretched servant, what are you waiting for? Do you want me to teach you a lesson personally?"
"Senior Sister, please don't!" the woman pleaded, her face deathly pale. After a moment of hesitation, she landed a seemingly light palm strike on her own chest.
The motion was slight, but she immediately coughed up a violent spray of blood.
