"Calm your anger, Wine Martial Saint."
A middle-aged man in white martial robes, with a treasured sword strapped to his back, spoke.
He was the Mystic Sword Martial Saint, whose strength ranked among the top ten on the Heavenly Martial Continent.
"Xiao Yuan is, after all, the Holy Son of the Martial Immortal Hall. He holds the Martial Immortal Token and represents the hall's dignity."
The Mystic Sword Martial Saint paused.
Then his tone shifted.
"Still, this young man doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs. His conduct has indeed been rather arrogant."
"Since we've all gathered here today, let's hear what sort of explanation they can offer."
"If they can't give us a reasonable account..."
"Then they can hardly blame us for refusing to show that man any courtesy."
The Martial Saints in the hall sneered.
The Grand Elder, who had just reached the entrance with Xiao Yuan, heard every word clearly.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead.
He stole a glance at Xiao Yuan.
Inwardly, he groaned.
By acting this way, the Holy Son had effectively offended every one of these old fossils.
If they couldn't keep the situation under control today...
The Martial Immortal Hall's centuries of prestige might be destroyed in a single day.
Xiao Yuan remained calm.
He merely said, "Let's go."
With that...
He clasped his hands behind his back and stepped into the hall at an unhurried pace.
At once...
More than twenty intensely oppressive gazes turned toward him.
An ordinary person...
Even a Martial Saint...
Would probably have lost their composure under the predatory stares of more than twenty Martial Saints.
Yet...
Xiao Yuan walked as though no one else were there.
He seemed to ignore them completely.
He headed straight for the seat of honor.