Master, He Was the One Who Crippled Senior Brother Zhou's Martial Arts!

"It's nothing. Such gatherings are rare—who wants to go in with me?"

Ye Xiwen swept his gaze over the independent cultivators. Although he had just saved them, when they met his eyes now, their gazes all darted away, and none dared enter with him.

Everyone knew that Ye Xiwen had crippled a Thousand Plant Sect True Disciple, offending the Thousand Plant Sect to the bitter end. How could the Thousand Plant Sect possibly let that pass? In Ye Xiwen's eyes, the Thousand Plant Sect was at most comparable to one of True Martial School's hundred strongest inheritances—and one of the lowest-ranked ones at that. But to these independent cultivators, it was already a colossal behemoth.

The Thousand Plant Sect's thunderous retaliation would arrive soon enough. Entering with Ye Xiwen now would be tantamount to admitting they were in the same camp as him. When the time came, they too would be purged. They did not want to take that risk.

Just as Ye Xiwen was preparing to enter alone, Yang Tingyu gritted his teeth and stepped forward. "Senior, let me enter with you!"

Ever since witnessing Ye Xiwen's strength, Yang Tingyu had changed his form of address from Brother Long to Senior. He did not know that Ye Xiwen was not even a fraction of his age, but even if he had known, it would not have mattered. In the cultivation world, strength was what mattered most. So long as one possessed strength, seniority and age were nothing important.

Ye Xiwen looked at Yang Tingyu in some surprise. He had not expected anyone to dare follow him in at a time like this.

He was confident that he could protect himself, but at least in everyone else's eyes, that was not the case. Ye Xiwen was merely an independent cultivator