It wasn't just the disciples of the Thunder Sword Sect; almost every cultivator nearby had focused their attention here, and quite a few even wore expressions of taking joy in another's misfortune.
"Hehe, it was only a small misunderstanding. Many thanks for Brother Xu's kindness, but this little brother can handle it himself." Lin Xuan pondered for a moment, then said this without the slightest change in expression.
The Thunder Sword Sect disciples let out a breath of relief, while Lei Ao's face revealed an odd look that was both relieved and reluctant.
"In that case, this foolish elder brother won't meddle. If dear brother has any need of Xu Feng, just say the word. You mustn't be polite."
When Xu Feng said this, he glanced, intentionally or otherwise, at Lei Ao. The latter hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Hehe, Brother Xu, rest assured. In my heart, I have always regarded you as a friend."
The moment Lin Xuan said this, he saw the little girl beside them jump up. "Brother, Big Brother Lin, look."
Following the direction of her finger, they saw, on the other side of the Bridge of Immortal Guidance, strange light swirling and immortal mist rising. Several dozen Azure Cloud Mountain disciples drifted over gracefully. At their head was an old man with white hair and beard, around seventy or so, yet without the slightest decrepit air of a mortal. He was hale and spirited. Cupping his hands, he said, "My apologies for making all fellow Daoists wait so long. I am Luo Wei, the deacon of Azure Cloud Mountain responsible for receiving outside guests. Everyone, please follow me."
This old man was at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.
From this, one could also see the strength of the Three Giants.