Zhang Yan sneered slightly in his heart, clenched his fists, making a cracking sound. If this woman didn't know what's good for her, he wouldn't mind using heavy hand here.
However, just as the tension was escalating, dozens of streaks of tunneling light flew towards this place. Seeing Yan Yuqin, they all called out, "Madam."
A middle-aged woman, around forty, landed beside her. With an anxious look on her face, she whispered a few words into Yan Yuqin's ear.
Yan Yuqin furrowed her brows, snorted, and withdrew the Xuan Guang from behind. She first gave the woman a couple of instructions, then turned back and said, "Are you Li Yuanba? What do you want? Cultivation technique? Beauty? Dharma Treasure, or to join the Taihao Sect as a disciple? As long as you agree to be my guest for thirty years, I can grant you all of this. If you've thought it through, you can come to Thousand Ridges Mountain to find me."
