"How did it go, Peak Master?"
The moment Fang Mo and Xiao Jingsheng returned to the Taichu Peak encampment, Yue Wangchuan, Du Xun, and Murong Yu came up to meet them.
"Did Imperial Sky Peak make trouble? Did True Lord rebuke you?"
"Those people are just jealous. They can't compete with us, so they report us—can't afford to lose, can they? Back when they were suppressing us, why didn't we see them talking about unity?"
They were all indignant. Taichu Peak had been suppressed by Imperial Sky Peak for far too long, and the conflict between them ran deep. Thus, no one had much patience for Imperial Sky Peak stirring up trouble this time.
Xiao Jingsheng smiled.
"What rebuke? You didn't see Gu Yu's face—it was as ugly as could be. He was furious inside, yet he still had to keep smiling. That was truly satisfying!"
"What happened? Hurry and tell us!"
Yue Wangchuan and the others were immediately consumed by curiosity, pulling Xiao Jingsheng over to question him.
So Xiao Jingsheng recounted what had happened earlier. The others laughed from time to time, their laughter echoing through the camp and drawing the gazes of the martial artists inside, who had no idea why the Hall Masters were so delighted.
"Satisfying! Damn, that was truly satisfying! After all these years, we've finally vented this pent-up rage!"
Yue Wangchuan waved his hand excitedly. His teeth had long itched with hatred. In the past, Imperial Sky Peak's people had stolen plenty of his opportunities, but he could neither beat them in a fight nor argue them down, and could only swallow the bitter pill in silence.
"Gu Yu has finally met his nemesis. Whenever he fights our Peak Master, he never gains an advantage!"
Murong Yu looked at Fang Mo with a