Especially because of Xu Yi, the Xuanqing Sect had begun adjusting its control over the other halls and their operating strategies. The scale of the changes was astonishing.
Yet Guanglong Hall remained firmly in Xu Yi's hands, with no sign of change whatsoever, like a lawless territory.
What was more, back when Xu Yi had slain Internal Envoy Qin and made a spectacular showing at the Prayer for Heaven Ceremony, he had not been in the sect.
Still, the titles of the Xuanqing Sect's legend and the inner sect's number-one disciple had remained firmly on Xu Yi's head.
Now that he had returned, it was impossible not to cause a stir.
Jun Wuxie, however, was especially excited. He strode past everyone and went straight to meet Xu Yi, calling out, "What, Xu Yi, did you hear the news and come to congratulate me too? Haha, you're as sharp as ever—you read the wind and turned your sails in a flash!"
In front of everyone, Jun Wuxie had earlier exchanged bows and courtesies. Though he had seemed conceited, he had not lost his composure.
But the moment Xu Yi arrived, he transformed into a third-rate actor, so appallingly bad that True Man Scarlet Fire could only rub his forehead.
There was no helping it. Xu Yi had left Jun Wuxie with a psychological scar so deep it was etched into his bones.
Before Xu Yi appeared, Jun Wuxie had basked in all the glory beneath the elders.
After Xu Yi appeared, Jun Wuxie had lost in one contest after another.
And his lack of social graces had nearly turned him into a laughingstock of the Xuanqing Sect.
Today, meeting Xu Yi again at the pinnacle of his life, Jun Wuxie was so stirred that he could barely contain himself.
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