Lin Shuguang calmly watched the people arguing in the distance. Beside him, Zhao Xifeng could not remain so composed. A chill flashed in his narrowed eyes as he muttered coldly:
"What are those people from the Myriad Saints Chamber of Commerce doing at our West River Sect? Could they be here for East Yue Mountain?"
While Zhao Xifeng pondered this, a deacon of the West River Sect could no longer bear to see the sect's disciples insulted and shouted angrily, "Since when could you run wild here in our West River Sect!"
Yet rather than showing any anger at the reprimand, the three men gave him mocking looks and sneered flippantly, "It was your West River Sect's Sect Master who invited us here. If you have the guts, yell at me like that in front of your Sect Master."
The expressions of the West River Sect members immediately darkened.
"I don't care who you are. Once you come to our West River Sect, you must abide by our rules. If you look down on them, then I, Lu You, will test your skills today!"
Just then, a man stepped out from the West River Sect crowd. Dressed in blue and bearing himself with distinction, he strode forward as the others made way.
In front of the residence, Zhao Xifeng's eyes lit up at the sight of this young man. Much of his earlier anger faded, and he seemed quite appreciative as he turned to Lin Shuguang and explained with a smile:
"The one stepping forward is a genius of the West River Sect's younger generation. Within five years, he'll surely have a place among the sect's upper ranks. Many of the elders, as well as the Sect Master, think very highly of him."
Lin Shuguang listened as he tirelessly recounted