As the Fang Clan disciples made their way back toward their mountain, a graceful figure descended from the sky and landed directly in their path.
She wore pale blue robes embroidered with snowflakes, a slender sword resting at her waist.
"I am Leng Yue."
Her gaze swept across the group before settling on Fang Lian.
"I heard you defeated Zhu Xian."
No one replied and Leng Yue smiled faintly.
"I also heard you're disciples of Fang Yuan."
At the mention of their Patriarch, they instinctively straightened their backs.
Leng Yue folded her arms.
"Your master once fought me and if his master hadn't interfered..."
She paused deliberately.
"...that victory would've been mine."
In an instant, all three of them immediately were engaged.
"What did you just say?"
Fang Lian glared at her.
"How dare you insult our Master!"
"You've got some nerve!"
Leng Yue inwardly smiled.
Good.
She had achieved exactly what she wanted.
