"You really aren't a true disciple of the Dao Sect?" Ning Yao stared at the youth before her. He sat in the war chariot, holding a book and reading with a refined, serene air. It was hard to imagine this was the same domineering, ruthless figure who had dominated the sect gate earlier.

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

Before Ning Yao could reply, Ma Jinqiao vigorously shook his head. He glanced at the head of Martial Peak steering the chariot.

Among the masters of the Nine Peaks, the head of Martial Peak ranked among the strongest. Yet here he was, driving for this youth. And he still claimed to be a mere menial disciple? Was he insulting everyone's intelligence?