Imperial Secret Agent!

"Senior Brother..."

"Junior Brother!"

More than a dozen prodigies from the Radiant Saint Palace came over. Their expressions were ugly as they swept their eyes over Chen Fusheng, then looked at the numb-bodied Guang Yi.

They had all been angered. Guang Yi had practically brought this humiliation upon himself.

Guang Yi was furious and embarrassed. This was far too humiliating—he had almost fallen flat on his face just now!

He was seething. He had never expected Chen Fusheng to dare offend him so brazenly, or to adopt such a grandmaster-like bearing and crush him as though he were a child.

Gong Tianyan wanted to laugh. If this had happened in the wilderness, Guang Yi's grave would probably already have been dug. Whether any bone fragments remained would be another matter.

"Wang Daochang, you took the Scripture while I was unprepared. This is the Pure Yang Palace, not the unregulated Secluded Grotto-Heaven."

Guang Yi's face was cold. Anyone who did not know better would have thought he was the victim.

"And you're turning the tables on me?"

Chen Fusheng shot him a sidelong glance. "This is the Pure Yang Palace, a place for scholarly inquiry. Your conduct and character are utterly crude."

"How dare you!"

Guang Yi flew into a rage and called over several disciples of the Pure Yang Palace. They were all his friends.

Yang Bo followed them over. They had not wanted to get involved in such a pointless quarrel, but Hua Zun and the Pure Yang Giant had a close personal friendship.

With the air of a victim, Guang Yi demanded that Chen Fusheng return the Scriptures.

"Friend."

Yang Bo stepped forward and said, "The Scriptures distributed by the Teaching Elder are rather limited. You took two at once, which is somewhat against the rules."

Chen Fusheng