Qin Wentian spoke. Numerous powerful auras flared, boring down on him. The him right now was like an unexcelled character, exuding magnificence through the generations, calmly staring at everyone here.

Before this, the guards of the City Lord Manor obstructed him from leaving. Now, he wanted the people here to beg him to leave.

How brazen and arrogant was this? However, Qin Wentian spoke it in a manner-of-fact tone, his voice so resolute that it could sever iron. He, who was suffering from heavy injuries, was being sent here to the City Lord Manor and had consumed a grand recovery pill. By rights, this wasn't any major matter but since the competitive nature within the Snowdrift Sage Hall was so prevalent to the extent where Lu Yanxue wanted to use him as an excuse to suppress Chu Qingyi, he had to do something. They treated him like dirt, something to be killed whenever they want to kill.

How arrogant were they? How much contempt did they have for him?

Since this was the case, he