"Because you're too weak. You're not worthy!"
Just then, a voice laced with cold disdain suddenly rang out.
Qin Ya turned and saw a middle-aged man in a white martial uniform walking toward him. He spoke coldly to Qin Ya, his expression filled with scorn and derision.
"Oh? Weak?" Qin Ya glanced impassively at the man in white. The corner of his mouth lifted into a faint smile as he said coolly, "We'll see who's strong and who's weak when it's time to seize the seals."
"Hmph. You're courting death!"
The man in white snorted. "You'll soon find out..."
Just as he was about to add a few more taunts, Jii Xingyue, who was standing beside him, furrowed her brow. A faint yet powerful aura emanated from her, stunning the man into silence.
The man's pupils constricted as he sensed the aura of a Half-Venerable. He swallowed the rest of his words, shot Qin Ya a venomous glare, and retreated to the side.
Jii Xingyue looked at Qin Ya, her brows still slightly furrowed.
