When High Saints Fight

"Oh my, even an old man like yourself dares trespass upon my lord's lands?" 

This woman's voice was soft and charming. However, her words shocked everyone with the implications of these words. 

Since when did he have a terrifying High Saint as a subordinate? Didn't the rumors say that his powerful backing 

The old man's pupils dilated and then contracted. 

With a slight of his hand, he crushed a golden piece of jade in the sleeves of his robes, but his expression didn't betray the shock and horror in his eyes as he put on a brave front, sweeping an indifferent glance across Ingrid's body. 

"You don't have to use that brat's name as an excuse, this is something beneath the level of a senior of your power," this old man looked at Ingrid who stood silently on the surface of a black sea of tranquil flames. Sprouts of lotus flowers would merge from the flames, tongues of lotus petals scattering into the air like a burning black garden.