The instant Tributor Lei finished speaking, the atmosphere crackled with tension.
Everyone was on high alert, warily eyeing the people around them.
Until only the final three remained, everyone was a potential enemy.
Lu Mingyuan, however, wore a mask, so no one could see his expression.
He scanned his surroundings, assessing their Cultivation levels. He found that the dozen or so people present were all in the Lower Seven Realms. Among them were several Fifth Realm Martial Artists, a Seventh Realm Daoist Cultivator, and a Sixth Realm Buddhist Cultivator. Grandmasters were rare; there were only two.
In his view, only two of them were worth noting.
One was a Daoist wearing a Jade Crown; the other, a seductive woman with a bronze bell on her ankle.
"You people from Prince Jin's Mansion are really..."
Just as the sharp-chinned, sunken-cheeked man from before was still cursing,
SWISH!
