This woman was dressed in a plain white long robe, her face delicate, with long hair cascading down, exuding a heroic charm. Her eyes flashed with a cold anger as she stared at this man from the Independent Cultivators Alliance.
This scene unfolded suddenly, leaving everyone present at a loss for reaction.
Immediately, their attention shifted to this woman, surprise flickering in their eyes as they speculated who she might be, daring to attack even a member of the Independent Cultivators Alliance.
The man who was hit recovered his wits, instantly glaring at the woman in anger.
"Who are you? How dare you lay a hand on me?"
"Hmph, who gave you the right to look down on independent cultivator warriors, and who allowed you to recruit them while charging fifty top-grade Spirit Stones?"
"If they could afford so many top-grade Spirit Stones, would they need to join our Independent Cultivators Alliance? Remember your identity; you are also an independent cultivator warrior!"
