Though there was no hostility in his words, the sheer rudeness and disdain in his tone immediately brought a vicious gleam to Crocodile Immortal Lord's eyes. His gaze fixed on Bi Changchun as tangibly as substance, and killing intent began to flicker in and out. Bi Changchun, meanwhile, remained as calm as clouds drifting in a clear sky, not taking Crocodile Immortal Lord seriously in the slightest.
"We're all on the same side, all on the same side. Don't let this hurt the harmony..." Yue Qianchou kept smiling apologetically as he tried to mediate between them.
Though Crocodile Immortal Lord's cultivation had fallen, his pride and abilities remained. How could he endure such contempt? Yet when his eyes swept over the wound on Bi Changchun's chest and abdomen, his killing intent gradually receded. He said in a low voice, "Your injuries have not yet healed. Once you recover, I will come seek your esteemed guidance." With that, he turned and walked straight out of the tent.
The tent was immediately left with only master and disciple. Yue Qianchou shook his head, sat beside Bi Changchun with a bitter smile, and rubbed his head. "Master, there's something this disciple does not know whether he should say."
Bi Changchun's deep gaze stared straight into his eyes, making Yue Qianchou somewhat afraid to meet it. But Yue Qianchou gritted his teeth and forced himself to say, "Master, though your cultivation is high, how can a person live their whole life preferring to snap rather than bend? Even for your own sake, you must know when to yield... Ah, Master, this really isn't good." As a disciple, he could not make his words too harsh. He could only leave them at that.
Yue Qianchou had thought Bi Changchun would be displeased upon hearing this.