Get Down!

Looking at Su Zimo's back view, Nangong Ling and the other two exchanged glances with conflicted expressions.

For some reason, the three of them felt that Su Zimo's words earlier on had another meaning.

The three of them guessed correctly.

Su Zimo's words were to draw a clear line between him and Hundred Refinement Sect!

If he were to fight against the paragons, he might not be able to hide his identity!

He did not want to cause too much trouble for Hundred Refinement Sect.

"How arrogant! I'll see what happens to you!"

"Who do you think you are? There's only one cup of supreme-grade Mystic Tea and you think you can get your hands on it just because you want to?"

"Fufu, only the number one Perfected Lord of the Middle Continent is qualified to have the supreme-grade Mystic Tea. How dare you!"