"What? You're that Little Sword Saint from the Dust-Washing Immortal Sect?" An immortal who looked dressed like some immortal sect's grand elder fixed his eyes on me. Obviously, he had deliberately come to provoke Yin Huayi.
How could an outsider completely integrate into a sect in just one or two years? Even an immortal at the Primal Chaos Realm like Ji Dong Sheng Tian couldn't do it. At most, everyone would fear your existence. In reality, the powers within the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect had long since been clearly divided after so many years of development. Charging in and taking a share of the spoils was no different from a family sitting down to eat, only to suddenly add an extra pair of chopsticks for a stranger. It might be fine if the newcomer ate properly, but if he got used to grabbing food with his hands, that would be quite a spectacle.
"Senior, I don't deserve the title of Little Sword Saint. It's just that Senior Yin's fortune is decent and his cultivation is extremely high, but his swordsmanship is rather mediocre. That's why he suppressed his cultivation and crossed swords with this disciple. I was merely lucky enough to win." I mercilessly slapped Yin Huayi in the face, enraging him to the point of going mad inside, yet his expression remained frozen.
"Haha, what a fine Little Sword Saint. You have the bearing of Sword God Li, who never backs down!" A female immortal grand elder couldn't help praising me. Clearly, she was another person at odds with Yin Huayi.
"Enough. Let's set this matter aside for now. We should first go to the Twelfth Immortal Sect and bring back the disciples who were taken away, lest this become irreparable! Also, we must keep watch over one another.