The Hejian Sect was struggling in battle. Its sect master and elders strained to suppress the creature, while the weaker disciples were lashed away by the iron chains over and over amid the raging winds.
It was a particularly pitiful sight.
"Aren't you going to help that girl?"
Si Qianjun's question startled Lin Shuguang, who nearly blurted out, Do I look like someone's idealized sweetheart?
Just then, Shen Hongxue, who had been knocked flying, shouted the instant she got up:
"Lin Shuguang, I know you're strong. Give us a hand."
But the moment she finished, that old Daoist Elder He angrily cut her off. "Our sect's affairs require no help from outsiders!"
His tone was firm, as though he would never allow outsiders to trample his sect's pride. His stubborn, rigid attitude left even Shen Hongxue stunned.
She instinctively looked toward Lin Shuguang.
Lin Shuguang shrugged calmly. It's not that I won't help. Your elder won't let me. Good luck. I'll cheer you on from the sidelines.
Shen Hongxue was somewhat annoyed.
Why was Elder He so pigheaded?
She looked up at her master for help, but her master, the sect master, was busy suppressing the Fierce Beast inside the coffin and could not spare the attention to notice her pleading gaze.
Left with no choice, Shen Hongxue charged back into the battle.
Si Qianjun saw the whole thing clearly. Arms folded, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Lin Shuguang. All they needed were two chairs and a handful of sunflower seeds... the sight of them watching the show really was rather infuriating.
Still, their behavior was understandable. Elder He's conduct hardly inspired goodwill.
The elders who knew the reason behind this naturally had no grounds to reproach them. They gritted their teeth and held their positions.
Si Qianjun leaned