"Senior Brother Jiang, has the conflict between factions in the sect already reached the point of life and death?"
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment before asking the question.
"It is not that serious. This old Daoist's lifespan is nearing its end, and I simply could not stand the sight of Yang Hua prancing about so gleefully. It is not as though he only started treating direct disciples and rogue cultivators differently yesterday. When this old Daoist still had hope of forming a Golden Core, I merely cursed him out a few times."
Jiang Kang shook his head. "The Nascent Soul Ancestors in the sect do not distinguish between factions. It is merely a clash of spirit between the disciples below."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, somewhat reassured, then asked another question.
"What are the requirements for ascending the fighting platform? Can one side issue a challenge unilaterally, or must both parties agree before they can go up?"
A unilateral challenge would inevitably breed the strong bullying the weak, and Zhou Yi would need to consider slipping away without a trace. Even if both parties had to agree, it would not truly be fair; the stronger side had plenty of ways to force the weaker one onto the platform.
"The fighting platform is where the sect holds contests. How could it casually allow disciples to arrange private fights?"
Jiang Kang took a sip of wine and said, "This old Daoist challenged Yang Hua to a duel. Once he agreed, I spent ten thousand merit points to submit the application. The Enforcement Hall saw that the two of us had long harbored grudges and that our cultivation levels were not far apart, so they approved it."
The Enforcement Hall likely had not expected Jiang Kang to dare kill, nor had they expected