Yu Qingyan did not buckle under the pressure emitted by the Palace Master.
Her Golden Core, forged in the crucible of the Secret Realm and perfected by the store's resources, hummed with a vibrant, defiant frequency.
Although she was still clearly dwarfed by it considering the gap in cultivation stages, she maintained her posture without showing signs of difficulty.
She took a step forward, pulling out her Distributor Token. "Because Palace Master, you see a forbidden ground, a potential private resource to be hoarded. But the Divine Convenience Store has identified it as a bomb. And the fuse is already lit."
Han Yan's eyes narrowed, the temperature in the room dropping even further.
"A bomb? You speak in riddles, Emissary. Do not think the Verdant Sky Pavilion's name alone grants you immunity here."
"Is it riddles when I simply speak of the truth?" Yu Qingyan countered, her tone shifting from diplomatic to urgent. "Shopkeeper Lin sends his regards, and this... forecast."
