108 Quarters of Female Disciples

Lady Xueyan sat back down, her movements tinged with anger. Wuyi sensed her emotional imbalance, likely due to the loss of the elder. After all, she was the pavilion's leader.

"I'm not certain that hiring you is the right course of action," she said.

"It may not be," Wuyi agreed. "But you summoned me and my faction because we are perhaps the only group of cultivators willing to undertake such a task, one that other factions might deem too dangerous or beneath them. And so, here we are. We have travelled long; my men need to be compensated, or they might become displeased. I don't think you want a group of displeased Qi warriors on your doorstep, Lady." His voice had unconsciously softened.

"Is that a threat?" she inquired.

Ignoring her question, Wuyi reached into his storage bag again and pulled out an enchanted paper holding an arrow.

Lady Xueyan recoiled as if it were venomous. "My men discovered this," he said.

She turned her face away.