Master Cien was thrown out of the house by Qin Ruan, lying on the ground in disarray, his blue Taoist robe torn and tattered.
The other disciples of the Yin Yang Sect around him, seeing that it was their Sect Leader on the ground, all showed shock on their faces.
"Sect Leader!"
"Sect Leader Brother!"
They stopped fighting with Yanxuan and rushed towards Master Cien.
Qin Ruan stood at the entrance of the billiard hall, her delicate face expressing arrogance, her red lips curling into a cold sneer, her posture wild and domineering.
From her elevated position, she looked down at the multitude of Yin Yang Sect disciples, her eyes flashing with fierce murderous intent.
Seeing Wu Fan and Yanxuan, the pair of master siblings, she slightly raised her eyebrows.
Qin Ruan parted her red lips slightly and asked, "You said you received a last-minute mission from the Master, was it for the Yin Yang Sect?"