"Grandmaster Chen, you're the owner of this alchemy workshop. Tell us, what exactly happened?" Xiang Yinshan asked, frowning. Seeing how timid Long Yifei looked, he knew the boy had most likely been acting like a spoiled wastrel. Still, of all the people he could have provoked, why had he picked this fellow surnamed Dongfang?
"Well, I was still refining pills just now, so I'm not entirely clear on the details. This is a serious matter, and someone has been injured. Since they're guests from the Great Qi Nation, I suggest we let the injured return and tend to their wounds first. Once they've recovered, we can settle who was right and who was wrong. If the Long family was at fault, they'll naturally apologize to Fellow Daoist Dongfang. It was only a minor clash caused by an accident. We shouldn't let it affect relations between our two immortal dynasties. What do you all think?" Grandmaster Chen Mo said with measured gravity.
"Grandmaster Chen is right. Harmony should come first. The Long family's juniors were ignorant, and Fellow Daoist Dongfang has already punished them. It's better to untie a feud than deepen it. Why don't we find somewhere to sit down and talk?" Since that Golden Core brat Long Feiyi had been foolish enough to provoke someone he shouldn't have, Xiang Yinshan cursed under his breath. He also blamed the Long family's Nascent Soul Cultivators for their incompetence: several of them had attacked in turn, and two had still been injured. The situation was clear now. Even if he wanted to take the Long family's side, he had to consider the rumors that would follow.
"There's no point talking when we can't agree. We can skip sitting down to discuss it. Since you've admitted your mistake, you can compensate the Dongyang