Mo Qingyan's expression was extremely calm.
"As long as the Nascent Soul experts don't bully the weak, I can't be bothered to care."
For her, a cultivator on the path to becoming an Earth Immortal, a retreat could last thousands of years. If the opponent couldn't break through the Nascent Soul stage, they would simply turn into a pile of yellow soil.
There was no need to be angry about it.
"The rumors say that the Emperor's strength is quite good. Isn't the ancestor competing with other True Monarchs for a minor world? This person could serve the ancestor well."
The purple-clad beauty bowed her hands, her eyes flicking with motion.
"Oh? I would never have thought that just a hundred years of seclusion would see the emergence of a little genius within our sect."
Mo Qingyan smiled slightly, unconcerned.
"The other party is too weak right now, hardly able to defeat other Nascent Soul envoys. We'll see about that later."
