"Take your people and get back to the Blood Sect!" Yue Zhao looked at Li Jingquan, whose face was unsightly, and said coldly.
It was rare for him to be so sharp, the jade-like demeanor completely vanished, making him resemble an unsheathed sword, somewhat like Si Lin.
This scene reminded Li Jingquan of White Banner Mountain a year ago, where Yue Zhao also pressed a dagger against his throat, making him feel extremely stifled and humiliated!
"Next time, I will definitely defeat you and make you kneel at my feet!" Li Jingquan spat harsh words, stepped back a few paces, waved his hand, and, with a tap of his toe, swiftly left.
The four who carried him followed closely behind with a soft sedan chair, leaving with Li Jingquan.
Yue Zhao put away his dagger, the cold and stern aura disappeared, and a smile spread across his face, returning to the appearance of Young Master Ruyu.
