The woman's sharp nails pierced deeply into her palm, drawing blood.
She raised her hand, her blood-stained fingers caressing a carefully maintained yet inevitably aged visage.
"If it weren't for my aging and loss of beauty, if I hadn't spent ten years of my qi-blood to protect Lingxi, rendering my Nascent Soul Formation hopeless, why would I have invited a wolf into the house!"
"Fine then, if you want to fight, fight. After all, I brought Cang Long in precisely to have her compete with you."
"Fight, go ahead and fight, and just wait until my child Lingxi grows stronger!"
...
In the Luo Tian Grand Hall.
Everyone sat in the lower seats while Luo Chen sat alone at the head.
Matters big and small concerning the Sect were reported one by one to Luo Chen whenever he had free time.
Of course, most were inclined to report the good news, sparing the bad.
Occasionally, the bad was reported to seek more benefits and resources.
