"If that's your answer, don't blame me for what happens next!" the black-clad man snorted coldly and raised his hand to strike.
Before he could act, a terrifyingly violent aura burst from within the Eighth Hall.
Jared stepped out, accompanied by Jemima and Jhaelyn.
"You? You think you can lay a hand on the Eighth Hall?" Jared regarded the black-clad man with open disdain.
"And who are you supposed to be? A mere Wandering Immortal Realm Level Five cultivator dares to address me that way?" Confident in his own Wandering Immortal Realm Level Six cultivation, the black-clad man flatly looked down on Jared.
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