"Xu, Xu..."
Han Bing Qian's chest heaved violently as he coughed up mouthfuls of blood, wheezing.
"That's enough, Brother Han. I think that kid Xu Yi is pretty decent. He took the initiative to sever your ties with him—what a generous fellow."
"Exactly. It's rare to find a kid with such a sense of honor. Now that this matter is settled, you should prepare some things to thank him. Otherwise, people might gossip that you, Brother Han, don't know how to conduct yourself."
Tu Yi and Feng Qing sighed one after another.
"Ghk!"
Han Bing Qian's throat convulsed. A hole suddenly burst open in his chest—one of the acupoints there had been forced open by his surging qi and blood. His legs kicked out, and he passed out.
The Ziyao Palace training grounds, Little Snow Peak—one of the three mountains where Outer Sect Disciples could establish their caves. Pang Qingyun had opened his new cave there.
This time, Ziyao Palace had recruited more than ten geniuses who were exempt from the examinations. Yet Pang Qingyun alone had established his cave on Little Snow Peak as soon as he arrived at the Ziyao Palace training grounds.
Not one of those dozen or so examination-exempt geniuses had objected. Nor had any of the Outer Sect Disciples raised a complaint.
It was simply because he was Pang Qingyun. He belonged to the Pang family, and he was Pang Daojun's son. That was enough.
In the Cultivation World of today, the sons of the mightiest experts were almost all peerless geniuses. Even Root Bone could be changed, after all, and with top-tier resources, one could forge any kind of genius.
Pang Qingyun was in his forties or fifties. Aside from the disdain that flickered unconsciously in his eyes and made him seem difficult to