"What are you saying?"
In the great hall, Qu Youdao looked at the newcomers and asked.
"We hope fellow daoist could speed up the process," one middle-aged man spoke up.
Hearing this, Qu Youdao leaned back, his lips curling into a slight, disdainful smile: "Are you teaching me how to do my job?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Situ Baichuan below was taken aback.
Yan Ruxue was also quite surprised.
Not just them, the two envoys from the Royal Family were also somewhat perplexed.
He remembered that the Cangmu Sect was supposed to be easy to talk to.
Why did it now seem so domineering?
Was their tone bad?
It was a bit off; it seemed they needed to be more careful.
However, before they could reflect for long, Qu Youdao suddenly reverted to normal, saying: "My apologies, got too into the role.
Just became a part of the Demon Sect, got used to the Demon Sect's way of doing things.
Don't mind me.