Seven Fiend Sects
Editor: Atlas Studios
Catharsis!
The disheveled old man's first reaction was catharsis!
When he saw how Sima Zhi looked as though he had just been fed shit, the disheveled old man felt an indescribable joy and could not help but laugh along with the crowd.
With a darkened gaze, Sima Zhi glared at Room 1 with an icy stare. He grit his teeth in hatred and could only feel his cheeks burning from the surrounding laughter.
This act by the other party was no different from slapping him on the face!
"Fufu."
A moment later, Sima Zhi suddenly laughed and asked with raised brow, "Fellow daoist, what sect are you from? I'm keen to befriend you. Could you be kind enough to show yourself?"
Even though Sima Zhi sounded polite, everyone could hear the resentment in his voice.
Once the both of them met, the feud would be formed.
"No."
The maidservant heard the transmission from within and rejected decisively.