Chen Yan found it utterly baffling.
In his view, he had merely been suddenly provoked by someone.
He turned his gaze toward the few young figures in the training ground.
After only a few casual glances, Chen Yan quickly understood what was going on.
To an Immortal Cultivator, appearance was the least important thing.
Of course, most Immortal Cultivators hoped to look more like immortal sages, but before cultivation and mastery of the Dao, so-called looks were nothing at all.
The higher one's cultivation realm and the richer one's experience, the less importance one placed on appearance.
But the young disciples of the Zhao Residence were different.
Their mortal hearts still weighed heavily upon them.
For instance, that young girl standing there—the one who had been staring in his direction, her cheeks slightly flushed, and whose eyes had revealed helplessness and worry when he was challenged just now—had the best looks among these young disciples of the Zhao Residence.
Naturally, she was quite popular among the Zhao family's younger generation.
Especially that youth holding a wooden sword and glaring at him.
The jealousy in his eyes was far too obvious.
"What is it?"
Standing atop the stone bridge, Chen Yan spoke calmly in the youth's direction.
"I told you to get down here. Are your ears deaf?"
The youth shouted again.
"Brother Yuanshan, forget it, forget it."
Zhao Yuanbing, who had just been knocked to the ground by Zhao Yuanshan, took several steps forward. Enduring the pain from being thrown down, he reached out to place a hand on Zhao Yuanshan's shoulder.
Yet Zhao Yuanshan shook him off in one motion.
"Go back to wherever you belong. Don't force me to beat you up!"
Zhao Yuanshan snarled at Zhao Yuanbing.
Zhao Yuanbing could only give an awkward laugh before taking