"Tiny Windmist City! How dare you challenge our Sect Alliance like this? This is utterly outrageous!"
"Uncle-Master Fengqi, why not teach him a lesson?"
"Brat! I don't care whether you're the city lord or whatever lord! This place will likely be your grave today!"
The immortals flew into a rage, looking as though they might pounce at any moment. I gave a disdainful laugh, but the sound seemed to reverberate through the heavens, gratingly sharp. "What? Did you choose such a grand hall just so your voices would carry farther? If we're only comparing whose voice is louder, then this discussion is over. I'll find some loudmouths to talk with you instead."
Those words carried a double meaning. On the one hand, they could be understood as my sarcasm. On the other, they could more readily be understood as me calling Xue Qingcheng back. If it was the latter, everyone present was nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs—and most of the people here naturally assumed it was the latter.
That was why everyone who had shouted the loudest fell silent. Fengqi did not even need to stop them, yet the atmosphere in the grand hall instantly congealed once more.
Seeing that no one was willing to break the silence, Fengqi realized that whoever acted first would be the one seeking a point of balance. But he also knew that if he remained silent now, I might stride away, and no one would be able to stop me.
Thus, he could only say, "We aren't planning to use superior numbers to bully the outnumbered. How about this: let the leaders of the major sects stay behind, while the rest of you fellow Daoists temporarily withdraw. We will certainly reach an arrangement with Dao Master Xia—one that is proper for both