The bamboo grove swayed, rustling softly.
In the distance, the sea of clouds surged and rolled, refracting dreamlike, magnificent radiance.
Ninth Elder Tie Wenjing suddenly said, "Xiao Jian, why not cultivate at Little Pine Peak, where I reside?"
Su Yi was taken aback. "Elder Tie, do you believe that if I remain at Spirit Bamboo Peak, trouble is inevitable?"
"That is certain!"
Tie Wenjing said decisively, "You refused to be the sect leader's blade. That means you have thoroughly offended him."
"At a time like this, the sect leader need not say anything at all. Those eager to ease his burdens, as well as those coveting Spirit Bamboo Peak, are bound to kick you when you're down and stomp on you."
"Moreover, the Third Elder is not only the sect leader's capable right-hand man, but also your superior. If he wants to deal with you, he has countless methods at his disposal—and he can do so without leaving you any evidence to seize upon!"
By the end, Tie Wenjing's expression had turned solemn. "I would even dare say that if you insist on staying at Spirit Bamboo Peak, trouble will surely come knocking!"
At the side, Mo Yong nodded as well. "Once you lose your value, you no longer have the qualifications to occupy Spirit Bamboo Peak. Rather than that, it would be better to give it up directly."
Su Yi smiled. "If I yield so easily, it will only make me seem too useless. In the future, anyone at all might dare stomp on me. That will not do."
Tie Wenjing was about to say something when Su Yi smiled and continued, "Elder Tie, rest assured. I'm merely a newcomer, with no foundation and no one backing me. What trouble could I possibly fear?"
Tie Wenjing let out a