Another Slap in the Face

Ye Xiwen's words were cruel and venomous. At once, the several dozen representatives of the White Sun Sect all glared furiously at Ye Xiwen. In their eyes, Ye Xiwen slapping that young man was not merely a personal grudge—it was a slap across the White Sun Sect's face.

Ye Xiwen did not care in the slightest. Yes, he was slapping the White Sun Sect's face. So what?

For that young man to say such things at a time like this, in a setting like this, either someone had been directing him from behind the scenes, or, just as Ye Xiwen had said, he had a father to sire him but no mother to teach him, recklessly spouting nonsense on such an occasion.

If someone had put him up to it, then it meant this was a provocation against the True Martial School. It was a public slap in the True Martial School's face. No one failed to understand what the Supreme Palace Lord meant to the True Martial School. At this time of generational change, saying such words was openly slapping the Supreme Palace Lord's face—and that meant slapping the True Martial School's face.

That would practically amount to starting an all-out war with the True Martial School. Once they made a move, these White Sun Sect experts would certainly be wiped out to the last man. Never mind whether the White Sun Sect would avenge them afterward—they were as good as dead.

If that was not the case, then it was merely a conflict between Ye Xiwen and that young man.

A trace of contempt rested on Ye Xiwen's face. There were some things Senior Brother Huang Wuji could not conveniently do, but Ye Xiwen could. He cared about nothing. At a time like this, what was the point