Xu Yi clasped his hands toward Sect Leader Zhu and Chong Xuzi. "Sorry for the trouble, both of you. I'm truly ashamed..."
Chong Xuzi's show of support had surprised him. For once, he felt a faint sense of belonging to the Donghua Immortal Sect.
Chong Xuzi snorted. Sect Leader Zhu sent him a thought: "You may be arrogant, provided you have the ability to back it up. Chong Xuzi and I came here for two reasons. First, we didn't want to let the Eight Great Immortal Sects and the Holy Court clash again at this critical juncture because of you."
"Second, your talent and aptitude are the finest I've ever seen. Even Chong Xuzi, who dislikes you so much, thinks you're exceptional and might bring prosperity to our Donghua line. To put it plainly, we came because we didn't want to see a rising star fall here. But if your cultivation remains stagnant and the other promising disciples in the sect surpass you, then you know full well that you can't expect Chong Xuzi and me to race thousands of miles to help you again."
Sect Leader Zhu set aside the lofty righteousness and moral instruction expected of a sect leader, laying out a brutally frank argument that cut straight to the heart.
"Rest assured, Sect Leader. I guarantee that if anything like this happens again, I won't trouble you to come in person."
Xu Yi smiled faintly and sent the thought.
The Third Holy Son glared at Xu Yi's smiling face, his eyes nearly spitting fire. "You're twisting words and spouting nonsense! If Sect Leader Zhu hadn't come, do you think you would have gotten out of this unscathed?"
Xu Yi sneered. "For you to say that, Saint Son, even I can't help feeling embarrassed on your behalf. You,