Xia Zhaixing sneered. "Doesn't Fellow Daoist Dong know the saying, 'Three blossoms bloom on one tree; all Daoist sects under heaven are one family'? Before Saintess Ning was formally enshrined, she studied at our Shangqing Temple. It would be no exaggeration to say she is a fellow disciple of all the immortals of our temple.
"Yet you and the others, Fellow Daoist Dong, have nothing but the name of colleagues. You covet Saintess Ning's graceful beauty, harbor filthy thoughts, and pester her relentlessly. Such behavior is truly sickening.
"Enough. No need for more empty talk. Fellow Daoist Dong, do you dare fight?"
Dong Xiaoyue was furious, but he was deeply wary of Xia Zhaixing's reputation. He could only turn to Ning Wuyou and ask, "May I ask what Saintess Ning thinks?"
Ning Wuyou said, "I came here both to serve the Northern Court and to seek opportunities for myself.
"I truly don't understand why you all want to punish us over this clash of tempers.
"Please wait a moment. I'll be on my way."
She couldn't be bothered to deal with these people's ridiculous jealous squabbling. She wished they would all leave as soon as possible.
She also remembered what Xue Xiang had said. If that heartless Xu Yi saw the swarm of admirers buzzing around her, he might really get upset.
At the thought, Ning Wuyou silently spat at herself and muttered, "Ning Wuyou, Ning Wuyou, have you no shame? He, Xu Yi, can think whatever he likes. Why should you care?"
In an instant, Ning Wuyou's thoughts had flown a hundred thousand li away. Xia Zhaixing and Dong Xiaoyue were still locked in their dispute when suddenly, the world shuddered. A towering cloud of dust surged up in the northwest.
A cultivator shot more than ten zhang into