You could not understand these grievances and insisted on going your own way. Well now, the Third Prince had plucked the peach out of thin air!
With the Third Prince taking Lin Su under his wing, was the Second Prince not embarrassed?
Now that the Third Prince had used his chance to lead the White Jade Literary Battle to make his name resound, he had become a new mountain before the Second Prince. Tell me, was Luotian Sect not embarrassed?
The sect had suffered losses, yet your Great Elder faction did not reflect on itself?
Ding Ziyi's face darkened as he prepared to strike back.
A light, drifting voice came from above. "Among fellow disciples, there is scheming and infighting everywhere. What kind of decorum is this?"
Ding Ziyi abruptly raised his head...
The seven or eight disciples beside him all rose to their feet. "Greetings, Holy Son!"
Ding Ziyi also stood. "Greetings, Holy Son!"
The newcomer was Holy Son Ji Qianxing!
The Holy Son sat boldly in Ding Ziyi's former seat. With a gentle push of his hand, Ding Ziyi's wine cup flew aside. He spoke indifferently. "Among the five contestants, Luotian Sect occupies two places. From today onward, the name of Luotian Sect will shake the Immortal Capital. With such a splendid situation before us, what is there to complain about? I do not wish to hear another word of complaint!"
"Yes! This subordinate was shallow..." Junior Brother Ji bowed.
Though he too bore the surname Ji, this Ji was not that Ji. He was merely a collateral branch of the Sect Master's lineage.
This Holy Son, however, was a direct descendant of the Sect Master, Luotian Old Ancestor.
Below, countless reactions rippled forth.
Upon the golden lotus, Lin Su's thoughts turned through a hundred twists and a