The surrounding sects’ disciples were watching and followed suit.

"B*tch, corrupting the reputation of my Yorkshire Palace, shucks!"

"So-called Holy Maiden, worse than a prostitute, urgh!"

"I was wrong about you, yucks!"

"B*tch..."

"B*tch..."

There were lots of noises.

Saliva, dirt, vegetable leaves, eggs…

By the time Ynes walked into the hall of Yorkshire Palace, she was in a miserable state.

There was filth on her clothes, on her hair, and even on her face.

Breena had been waiting i