"Too kind." Qin Yu smiled slightly in response, his eyes briefly scanned the four men, his tone warm and concerned: "Are you here to present your annual tribute to Wuque Sect? Go ahead then, don't waste any time."
In matters of heart-piercing comments, nobody was better than Qin Yu.
Indeed, the hearts of the four men sank.
Being forced to bring tributes annually by the dominant Wuque Sect was already a disgrace for their own sect.
The smile on Baili Yunhe's face faded as he spoke, "Taoist Yu may go ahead."
He made a polite remark, and Qin Yu was equally polite, "Taoist Baili is too kind, thank you."
Even though Baili Yunhe and his companions were insincere, Qin Yu's magnanimity only highlighted the pettiness and ridicule in their words.
Instead, they felt that Qin Yu's politeness was deliberately meant to humiliate them; feeling deeply humiliated inside, they couldn't break out in open confrontation.
Qin Yu departed, riding his imperial sword with a shimmering light.
