"Scram! You're not fit to take me away!"
This enraged Instructor Lin who fixed a deep gaze at Ren Feifan in front of him, huffed coldly, and then ordered the fellow instructors around him: "Take this man away. If anything happens, I'll be responsible."
A few more instructors quickly closed in with eager anticipation. Ren Feifan looked at the people in front of him, scoffed thrice, thought those who were not even cultivators wanted to deal with him; he'd laugh at the idea of these men collapsing at his feet!
"Damn it, just do it! Take this jerk down!"
Just at this tense moment, a clear and cold voice emerged, "Instructor Lin, you cannot take this man away!"
In the next second, all the boys widened their eyes in shock.
A woman could be seen slowly walking from a distance.
Her ash brown hair flowed down in lazy waves, her manner unpretentious yet refined. Her expression resembled the frosty cold, emanating a chilly aloofness despite her distinctive features.