"Moke Ancestor," Ji Ruobing slightly furrowed her brows and spoke.
"As the Saintess, you should become a role model for the younger generation and lead by example."
Moke Ancestor indifferently said, "And yet, here you are, dueling in your own sect's Immortal City over some trifles. What kind of image does that present, and where is the demeanor of a Saintess?"
This Moke Ancestor was dressed in a gray robe, holding a string of prayer beads, and sitting cross-legged.
Behind his head shone a golden halo, and a tremendously strong aura was pulsating.
It was obvious that although he hadn't arrived in person, this mere afterimage was still exerting an immense pressure on many present.
Hearing Moke Ancestor's words, Ji Ruobing had not yet had the chance to reply.
Suddenly, laughter erupted from nearby.
"Moke Ancestor is being too serious. It's just a minor conflict among the younger members, why escalate the matter so dramatically?"
The crowd turned their heads once again.
