Wang Tian's face was gloomy, as if I had angered him badly. Several elders from the other Daoist sects came over to mediate, but the old man had already thrown caution to the wind and wanted nothing more than to beat me up. Fortunately, this wasn't an ordinary brawl. Otherwise, he would have grabbed me by the collar long ago.
Sun Xinping, Zou Zhiwen, Lu Chengshan, and Shen Bingying all came over to mediate the dispute. But Wang Tian relied on his position as a councilor of the Four Directions Daoist Sects and refused to give an inch. No matter what happened, if I lost this fight, losing my status in the Daoist sects was a certainty.
The old man hurled a few more vicious insults at me, rolled up his sleeves, and boldly dragged me toward the square for a duel, drawing countless spectators.
"Hey, Yitian, be careful. The gap between you and a half-immortal is still enormous. You've only just reached the late stage of Enlightenment, so many of your techniques may not be fully mastered yet. If you can't beat him, at worst, you'll have let him vent his anger. I'll persuade him to calm down afterward. I absolutely won't let him expel you from the Daoist sects at will." Zou Zhiwen patted me on the shoulder. The old man and I had forged a friendship through several great battles, and he still looked out for me.
"Master Xia, look... We all know how much you've contributed to the Daoist sects, but Elder Wang is being far too unreasonable. This isn't the first time, either. Still, although Elder Wang is domineering and loves exploiting loopholes, he's devoted to the Daoist sects. You'll have to bear with him." Lu Chengshan was currently the leader of the Western Daoist