The man's expression stiffened, his eyes locked fiercely on Yun Qi. He stood up and created some space between them.
He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Yun Qi clasped her hands behind her back, her small face full of derision: "You know how to catch demons, but your individual skills aren't strong. You have to work together, so you must be low-level Mystic Masters. Calling me your little ancestor isn't over the top. Just treat me as your ancestor!"
All the men in black visibly tensed, their eyes collectively falling on Yun Qi. One person stepped forward and said to the leader, "Captain, we can't keep this girl."
The captain's face was as calm as still water, making a gesture signaling not to say more.
The tension reached an unprecedented level, like a tightly drawn bow ready at any moment to release its arrow.
The captain tightened his grip on the harpoon, and in the next second, the harpoon hurtled straight towards Yun Qi.
