C1308

"You claim to be from the Orthodox Yang Palace when it suits you, and deny it when it doesn't—quite the silver tongue you have, isn't it?" Ye Tian's lips twisted into a cold smirk as he observed the cultivators besieged by thousands of Iron Wire Ants. He showed no inclination to recall the ants, having summoned an even greater number than before.

"Fellow Daoist Ye..