Ruan Mei and Ji Qing were both infuriated by Xiao Qiao's words, but could only suppress their anger.
Xiao Qiao seemed senseless, yet her words were like digging a pit, inadvertently leading people into it.
Who were they dealing with?
Ji Ziling, the Mystic Sect Elder's most cherished beloved.
If her response was not handled well, she would offend both Ji Bolin and his grandson.
Xiao Qiao became smug, "Why so hesitant now? You were just bragging about your exceptional talent!"
Everyone looked towards Wen Jiaren, who all fell silent, waiting to see how she would respond.
Wen Jiaren did not disappoint, standing up, "Junior Sister Xiao Qiao is right, Senior Sister Ji's talent surpasses both you and me beyond doubt. However, as for the competition you propose, it's better left alone. With Eighth-level cultivation, even my respected aunt is no match for Senior Sister Ji, how could I dare to compete?"
Xiao Qiao sneered, "I knew you wouldn't dare, scaredy-cat."
