Chapter 137

Vivica's voice was steady, not too loud or too soft, but it brought the whole room to a hush.

She fixed her gaze on Mr. Harding, her eyes icy. "Mr. Harding, let me ask you, what kind of talent do you think I have?"

Arabella didn't like Vivica's tone at all. "Miss Locke, what do you mean by calling him just an outer sect elder?"

"My master has been part of the Tranquil Sect for decades, and everyon