"Wait! This is the territory of the Taiqing Sect. As the hosts of this gathering, we won't let you gamble recklessly here!" Zhang Suli truly was the most influential person among the current top sects, and she always put everyone's interests first when handling matters.
"Heh heh. Zhang Suli, you refuse to gamble, yet you're stopping others from doing so. Don't you think that's going too far?" Wei Yanglong sneered.
"Master Zhang, one of us is willing to fight and the other is willing to accept the risk. You shouldn't stop us either. Our Qingwei Sect doesn't actually want to see a fellow sect's treasure fall into someone else's hands." Yun Feng spoke with righteous indignation, but he never mentioned whether the treasure would be returned to the Taiji Sect, the Xuanmen Sect, and the Tianyuan Sect if he won. It was obvious that he only wanted to intervene because he saw profit to be had.
No matter how others tried to dissuade him, nothing seemed to work on Yun Fengyang. He took the Tribulation-Thunder Banner and walked straight onto the field.
Wei Yanglong also took a peachwood sword and followed him onto the field. Their battle directly postponed my trial meeting. After all, the only ones who truly wanted to take me down were Yun Fengyang and his few ill-mannered friends. Everyone else was merely helping them put on a show because they were beholden to those several major sects.
Zhang Suli advised them once, then couldn't be bothered to say anything more. As the host, she couldn't allow the southern branch of Maoshan to run wild. She dismissed a group of low-level disciples, then brought a group of elders and elite disciples to watch the fight. Zhao Qian had originally been going to attend her morning lessons, but