An Unfair Sparring Match. The arena was on the eastern side of the Song residence.
More than a dozen Martial Spring Realm disciples, dressed in Daoist robes or fitted martial attire, stood in a row. There were men and women, tall and short, their cultivation ranging from Martial Spring Realm Early-stage to Martial Spring Realm Late-stage.
They looked at Wei Yang, their eyes filled with all manner of emotions.
Curiosity, arrogance, and eager anticipation.
The Song Family's Spirit 통 Realm cultivator stood at the edge of the arena with his arms crossed, a smile hanging from the corner of his mouth as though he were watching a wager he was certain to win.
"Young City Lord, pick whoever you like. I'd like to see whether the disciples of my Song residence are truly the good-for-nothings you claim they are!"
He deliberately stressed the words "good-for-nothings."
The atmosphere among the dozen or so young Martial Spring Realm cultivators of the Song residence immediately grew more solemn after hearing those words.
The way they looked at Wei Yang and Pu Wenyu also became more hostile.
This was going too far!
Before Wei Yang could react, Pu Wenyu beside him had already laughed.
"Since I said the disciples of your Song residence are all good-for-nothings, then they are all good-for-nothings. There's no need for our Young City Lord to choose. Send out whoever you like, or simply come at him together."
Wei Yang's breathing hitched slightly at those words.
"Mr. Pu..."
Before Wei Yang could say anything, Mr. Pu waved a hand, signaling that he would hear none of it.
"Young City Lord, say no more."
The Song Family's Spirit 통 Realm cultivator was not angry in the slightest after hearing what Pu Wenyu had just said.
He had already let it go.