“Slap me again? In your dreams, today is a different day.” Alchemy Child snorted.

“Oh? Got a backer this time?” Jian Ming smiled and said: “I’m afraid to say that your backer won’t be able to protect you from the young noble. He can wipe out your sect with one hand.”

“You’re not leaving this place unscathed today after insulting our sect!” Alchemy Child threatened.

“Yep, that mouth still needs a slapping.” Jian Ming concluded.

“Gold Elder.” Alchemy Child told the old man next to him.

The latter had no choice but to step forward....