Chapter 447: No Right to Punish
"What?"
Mr. Yancy's expression darkened.
As the elder in charge of discipline in the Cinnabar Sect, he held the highest cultivation level among all the elders—second only to the sect leader himself.
Of course, his alchemy skills were a bit inferior, which was why he had been assigned to oversee the discipline department.
"Mr. Yancy," Richard said urgently, "that bald man claimed he's a disciple of Mr. Zack Lance. But I suspect he came from another sect, deliberately trying to sabotage our relationship with the Cloud School."
To outsiders, John wearing the robes of a Cinnabar Sect disciple and then teasing women from the Cloud School looked like a deliberate attempt to sow discord between the two sects.
Mr. Yancy bellowed, "How dare you pretend to be a disciple of Mr. Zack Lance! Do you have a death wish?"
His voice boomed like thunder as he strode toward John. Even before he arrived, his overwhelming aura surged out around him.
Yet John remained unaffected, not even acknowledging the pressure. Still, he let go of Violet.
Violet's hair was a mess, her cheeks flushed, and she was panting heavily.
More importantly—