As those words fell, a refined and handsome young cultivator arrived before the crowd on a wisp of Clear Qi. His lips were rosy and his teeth white, with a faint trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth that elicited no ill will from onlookers. Yet, despite his gentle appearance, it was as if winter had descended upon the crowd. The Immortal Market became unnaturally silent, so quiet one could hear a pin drop; not a single person dared to contest further.
This was not merely due to Chou Kun's own intimidating presence, but because the Shaoqing Sect's infamous reputation loomed large.
Over the past century, no fewer than ten sects had been exterminated simply for showing disrespect to disciples of the Shaoqing Sect.
