Watching the figures of Chu Yun and the other two depart, Xu Nian's eyes darkened, and his expression gradually turned grave.
"Sir Xu, he's merely a brat relying on a bit of talent to act arrogantly."
"This old man does not understand—why do you value him so highly, Sir Xu?"
The two Venerable Realm experts beside him spoke with faint displeasure on their faces.
They knew Xu Nian's true identity.
It was no exaggeration to say that not only Venerable Realm cultivators, but even figures of the Heavenly Aspect Realm, had to be utterly respectful before Xu Nian!
The two of them truly could not understand why Sir Xu treated Chu Yun this way. He had even taken out a Ten Thousand Year Blood Essence Stone and given it to him.
"What do you two know?"
"Chu Yun is nowhere near as simple as he appears. Even the several Venerable Realm experts by his side—we have been unable to uncover any trace of their origins."
"Therefore, making friends with him is far better than making an enemy of him. This has nothing to do with pride; it is a matter of intelligence."
"Besides, he was right."
"You had best change that lofty, superior attitude of yours."
"Misty Rain Pavilion has always done business without judging the identities of others. All people are equal; there is no such thing as one being noble and another lowly."
"If there is a next time, I will deal with you according to the pavilion's rules."
Xu Nian looked at them with dissatisfaction and issued his warning.
"Sir Xu, we understand."
"There definitely will not be a next time."
The two Venerable Realm cultivators immediately lowered their heads and sincerely admitted their mistake.
They truly did not dare again. No one knew better than them