"A pack of opportunists!" cursed a servant standing beside the elderly man in the white robe, his tone dripping with disdain.
Yìng Wúyī ignored him. He spread his arms, slowly lifted into the air, and swept his gaze across the crowd. With a chuckle, he said, "Ladies and gentlemen! Wúyī has some matters to attend to right now, so if you'd all be so kind as to head back!"
"Hmph! Who among us didn't come here today for important business? Isn't the Ying Clan Daoist Successor being a bit too greedy?" demanded a heavily built young man, immediately stepping forward.
Chapter 95