"Second Senior Brother, that is where you are mistaken."
"We Shushan Sword Immortals value charging forward without hesitation and settling gratitude and grudges to our heart's content!"
"If Changqing cowers and holds back just because he fears offending others, then what invincible Sword Dao is he even cultivating?"
"Exactly!" The White-clothed Spear King, Bai Wuya, rarely spoke up as well. One hand rested on his spear haft, battle intent surging from his entire body. "Young people ought to have some fire in them! Without a temper, how can you be first?"
Just as the two sides were about to start arguing, Chen Yuan, seated at the head, gave a soft cough.
"Enough."
The moment he spoke, every voice fell silent.
"I did not summon everyone here today to debate Changqing's way of doing things."
Chen Yuan's gaze swept across the hall before finally settling on Wuxing.
"The Grand Tournament is imminent. By the rules, each holy land may send three disciples."
"Changqing is Shushan's foremost Holy Son, so one of those places naturally belongs to him."
"As for the remaining two spots, does anyone have candidates to recommend?"
As soon as Chen Yuan finished speaking, the Peak Masters behind him were about to open their mouths.
Yet Daoist Wuxing across from them beat them to it.
"Senior Brother Sect Master."
Wuxing stepped forward and gave Chen Yuan a slight cupped-hand salute.
"As for the candidates, I have a suggestion."
Chen Yuan raised a brow.
"Oh? Please speak, Junior Brother."
Everyone else turned their eyes toward Wuxing as well.
Chen Changqing was intrigued too.
He was quite curious what sort of person this old fellow, who had never liked the sight of him, could recommend.
After all, Shushan's renowned Holy Sons of this generation, such as Jian Zhenzi and Luofu Tian,