Chapter 2679

"But you're too anxious," Fogort said. "The Six Ritualistic Weapons, these taboo items, have long been marked as Disaster Magnets. Let me share a piece of common knowledge with you, you brat. Esteemed sects have their own true teachings, and other schools aren't regarded as orthodox in their eyes. "Moreover, how could I discuss something labeled as Disaster Magnets with my fellow disciples?" Balzard stood up and mechanically walked toward the door. As the door swung open, a tall and shapely woman stepped inside. "No wonder you're the inheritor of the Chaos Talisman; you observe things quite meticulously. But I must correct you on one thing, I'm not a brat," she remarked. Fogort ignored her, fully aware that he was now trapped. He decided to wait for her to explain her intentions. The woman took a seat on the couch across from Fogort, crossing her legs and revealing her slender, fair thighs. "You should've left by now. What's the matter? Do you want to chat with me? Or are you att