The middle-aged woman let out a long breath.
Her breath rushed out like a snake and swept across the grass. The green grass instantly withered and turned yellow.
Gong Shangqin's gaze turned from indifference to focus as she said mildly, "How many years has it been? It's been a long time since I've met someone who can remain calm when facing the three peak masters of the Blue Cloud Sword Sect at the same time.
I don't know if your confidence is warranted and whether you can bear the consequences for your deeds."
Gong Shangqin, the Peak Master of the Purple Light Peak, still did not treat the masked man as though he was at the same level as the three of them. This was because the cultivation technique that the masked man had stolen was only at the ordinary warrior realm.