Enter the Temple

"Pei Qianying." In the depth of Ye Futian's eyes, there flashed a cold ray. "That ritual implement should not be a name only."

"Of course not," the young man said with a smile. "I will then tell you some other news. Pei Qianying was born into a well-known family, the descendant of Jueying Sword Saint. Furthermore, Pei Qianying is the cultivator of Jiutian Ranking and he is close to the young master of Jiutian Temple. If you want to pick a fight with Pei Qianying it won't be easy, especially in the Jiutian Temple. Even if there are saints present, I would encourage you not to."

This was just polite talk, and it wasn't just that it was not easy. If Ye Futian and Ye Wuchen were the same as cultivators of the Lower Worlds, this grudge had to be let go or Ye Wuchen would surely die. In fact, if it wasn't for Xia Qingyuan, Jueying Sword Saint would probably have already destroyed his spirit and stripped him of the sword will that he had obtained from refining.