"Han Yan, just because you are from Huayu Temple, it seems you are not qualified to judge me guilty, aren't you?" Zhao Xinggu sneered.
"In Huayu City, what I say goes! Whether I am qualified or not, I decide." Han Yan slowly drew the Cold Sky Sword.
She had already made up her mind to make Zhao Xinggu pay the price he deserved. Who cares about qualifications? The strong are revered, that's the unbreakable truth. With her current strength, at least in Huayu City, she had plenty of reason to be arrogant.
After all, the rules Zhuge Qiu spoke of were only customary, not legal, and defiling a temple maid was clearly prohibited by law. Even if Zhao Xinghao, that big brother of his who was the Right Priest of the Life God Temple, hated her to the bone, what could he do to her?
