It was an intensely tense scene.
Jiang Xiaohui was confronting Anthony. Anthony had more than a dozen cultivators with him, and Crow stood at Anthony's side, wearing an arrogance he had not shown before. He seemed not to take Jiang Xiaohui, Yang Jian, and the others seriously at all. Zheji Xie'e led more than a dozen Iron Rod Lamas and stood between the two sides, still trying to persuade Jiang Xiaohui and Anthony.
The surrounding area was packed with onlookers from various factions. Everyone discussed the matter in low voices and occasionally pointed at them. However, it was clear that none of these factions had let down their guard. They had already prepared for battle, and even their positioning had been carefully arranged.
When Zheji Xie'e saw me arrive, his tense expression gradually relaxed.
All at once, I became the focus of everyone's attention.
"Jiang Xiaohui, what trouble are you causing again? Do your bones itch if you don't stir up trouble?" I snapped. Jiang Xiaohui looked aggrieved. "Eldest Brother, can you at least get the facts straight before criticizing me? Is this my fault? He was obviously the one who provoked me first. I was in a good mood, so I let it slide the first time, but he kept pushing his luck. Even a saint can only endure so much, so I endured it again. But who knew he would still act like he was begging for a beating!"
Yin Wuyu had already told me everything on the way here. Jiang Xiaohui truly was not to blame. Clearly, Anthony had deliberately picked a fight.
Still, I had to reprimand Jiang Xiaohui first. He was my man, after all. I criticized him only to give him a chance to explain himself.
Jiang Xiaohui was naturally no fool. Before Anthony