Kneel

Frightened like this, Luzhu had long since hidden behind Luo Hong, gazing tearfully at a gray-robed old man who was coming down the stairs.

A sweep of Luo Hong's divine sense told him that the other party was a Nascent Soul Mid-stage cultivator, and in all likelihood the backer of this group of young men and women. He immediately showed no courtesy, snorting coldly as he said:

"Fellow Daoist, you are truly impressive. The juniors you taught want to chop off someone's arm over such a trivial matter!

If Luo had not been so mild-tempered, not one of them would have survived today!"

After speaking, he flicked his sleeve, sending the young men and women at the entrance flying away. They crashed to the ground in a tangled heap.

Although Luo Hong's actions had been extremely discourteous, Elder surnamed Xia's expression relaxed slightly at this moment.

"Great-Grandfather, I—"

The Young Lady in Palace Attire at the head of the group clutched her bruised backside, her face full of grievance as she tried to explain.

She truly had been wronged. This trouble had entirely been brought about by the Brocade-robed Young Master and the others acting on their own initiative. She had never intended to make things difficult for Luzhu.

"There is no need to say more. Great-Grandfather understands. Go back for now."

Elder surnamed Xia naturally knew the Young Lady in Palace Attire's character. There was no need for her explanation for him to guess the course of events.

He also knew that the enraged Nascent Soul cultivator outside had already shown considerable mercy. Otherwise, he would not have merely inflicted superficial injuries on everyone.

Even the Brocade-robed Young Master, who was the most seriously injured, only needed to take a spiritual pill for external wounds to be healed. Such