"How did it go, Peak Master?"
As soon as Fang Mo and Xiao Jingsheng returned to Taichu Peak's encampment, Yue Wangchuan, Du Xun, and Murong Yu came up to meet them.
"Yuxiao Peak tried to make trouble, didn't they? Did the True Lord reprimand you?"
"They're just jealous. They can't compete with us, so they go running to complain. Can't they stand losing? When they used to suppress us, I never saw them care about unity!"
They were all indignant. Taichu Peak had been suppressed by Yuxiao Peak for far too long, and the resentment ran deep, so none of them had much patience for Yuxiao Peak's latest troublemaking.
Xiao Jingsheng laughed.
"What reprimand? You should have seen Gu Yu's face—it couldn't have looked uglier. He was seething inside but still had to force a smile. It felt so good!"
"What happened? Tell us!"
Yue Wangchuan and the others were instantly consumed by curiosity, pulling Xiao Jingsheng over to question him.
Xiao Jingsheng recounted what had happened earlier. The others burst into laughter again and again, their laughter echoing through the encampment and drawing the gazes of the martial artists inside, who had no idea why the hall masters were so delighted.
"What sweet revenge! So damn satisfying! After all these years, we finally got that bitterness out of our chests!"
Yue Wangchuan waved his hand excitedly. His hatred had made his teeth itch. In the past, Yuxiao Peak's people had snatched plenty of opportunities from him, but he could neither beat them in a fight nor win an argument against them. He could only swallow those bitter losses in silence.
"Gu Yu has finally met his nemesis. He's never gotten the better of our peak master!"
Murong Yu looked at Fang Mo with a radiant smile, like a flower