"What's there to be happy about after beating a few grand elders? Why don't we have a match between direct disciples instead?" Yue Zhengling sneered, casting a glance over the surroundings. Several sections of the square's floor had been torn up, which displeased him greatly.
"An Emperor Ghost wants to fight me? Isn't that bullying me a little?" So he really came to settle the score. I sneered inwardly. The Southern Immortal Sword Sect wasn't much different from the other major sects—their sect master's capacity for tolerance was still far too small.
"Martial Uncle Qiu and the Supreme Sect Master are of the same generation, while you and I are both direct disciples. If we spar, then it's a spar between peers. What's this about bullying or not bullying?" Yue Zhengling said with an ugly expression. He had wanted to burn the letter just now, and now that he had found an excuse, he naturally wasn't going to let me off.
"Heh, your Southern Immortal Sword Sect is truly impressive. A dignified Emperor Ghost sect master came to spar with someone in the Dao Entry Stage like me. You really think highly of me, don't you?" I saw the Ghost Kings around me looking at me with sympathy, and I couldn't help feeling displeased.
It was true that I had stolen your pearl, but even I had no idea what was going on. Hadn't I come to the Southern Immortal Sword Sect to apologize to Senior Nangu Yu? I would compensate what needed compensating and apologize where I needed to apologize. Was there really any need for a whole group of ghosts to gang up on me?
"You can take it as this senior instructing you, a junior, in magic arts. That should leave you with no objections, right? I