Feeling a chilling aura emanating from the man, the woman in black's face turned serious. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Han Tong, Hall Master of the Blood Refining Sect's Blood Hall," the old man replied. His eerie gaze fixed on the woman as he continued, "You killed my direct disciple. This is an unforgivable crime. Men, seize this woman and take her back to our Sect."
"You dare?" The woman in black's eyes suddenly turned sharp. "I am a disciple of the Holy Church. Does your measly Blood Refining Sect dare to touch me?"
"So you're a disciple of the Holy Church." Han Tong's eyes lit up, his expression immediately becoming respectful. He approached the woman in black and bowed. "My apologies for my impertinence. I was unaware that you belong to the Holy Church."
