Because Linghu Ying had to guard the Tianjing Gate stronghold this time, the chief elder in charge of the trip was Huo Ming, the Eastern Chief Law-Enforcement Elder—and also Mo Xiaoning's master. That was why Mo Xiaoning had been so mischievous these past few days.
In any case, I had thoroughly beaten the other side and achieved my goal. Having returned in triumph, I brought Mo Xiaoning, Lan Zhi, Zong Zhenglin, and the others back to the first level. I took out some food in my suite, and everyone naturally began enthusiastically discussing and "summarizing" the chaotic group brawl just now.
Gu Fei and Yun Wei knew we had returned, so they drifted over as well and joined in. The disciples bragged about how brave they had been and how they had beaten the others until they could not stand, and so on. I did not refute them. After all, this counted as one of the rare sources of fun among people their age.
But not long after everyone began discussing matters, there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was another familiar disciple who had been invited over, Lan Zhi immediately ran over excitedly to open it. The instant the door opened, there was a bang, and one of Lan Zhi's eyes was blackened by a fist the size of a clay pot. He reeled dizzily, staggered back several steps, and dropped onto the floor.
Apart from me, who rose to my feet, no one had even had time to react when twenty disciples surged into the room in a dense mass. The burly man leading them was not the strongest. At most, he was merely the vanguard clearing the way. The truly powerful one was the young man standing behind them with his hands clasped behind his