"Senior Brother Qingyun was right." Li Yunyi's brows knit with worry as he voiced his agreement.
Just as the two reached a consensus,
the cultivators of Chief Chai's lineage, summoned by Master Qingyun's talisman message, finally arrived at the scene.
Leading them was a robust monk with seven ordination scars upon his head. He wore a sapphire-blue kasaya, his face wreathed in azure qi, and exuded spiritual pressure comparable to—perhaps even stronger than—Master Qingyun's.
"This was merely childish horseplay, not something to be taken seriously. Junior Brother Qingyun need not make a mountain out of a molehill and rebuke cultivators of our sect for the sake of an outsider." Azure light flashed through the robust monk's eyes as he glanced at Wei Tu and Nan Hengzi inside the pavilion. His expression was as still as an ancient well, his tone indifferent.
"Baozhi, do you truly mean that?" At these words, anger immediately surfaced on Master Qingyun's face. He had sent word to Chief Chai's lineage not so they could further offend Wei Tu, but because he had intended to serve as a mediator and settle this grievance.
Yet now, Monk Baozhi had turned around and bitten the hand that fed him.
Losing a little face here was nothing to him, but the crucial point was that Baozhi's attitude seemed deliberately intended to fan the flames.
"Baozhi, times have changed. That Wei Tu is no longer the Wei Tu of the Azure Spirit Sect, but a cultivator of the Human Ancestor Hall... Moreover, he and Jianglingzi are both ascended cultivators from the same realm, and their relationship is exceedingly close..." Master Qingyun suppressed his fury and gave Monk Baozhi this chilling reminder.
"He is close to Jianglingzi?"
At this, Monk Baozhi's expression finally changed slightly, and a trace of wariness appeared