Great Bamboo Peak.
Inside Shou Jing Hall.
"Get out, get out, get out!"
"Get out of here, now!"
Tian Buyi sprang to his feet.
He snatched up the teacup beside him and raised it as if to throw.
His round, plump face was full of exasperated fury.
"If you're so eager to make a fool of yourself, then go ahead!"
"If you lose so badly, don't ever call yourself a disciple of Great Bamboo Peak again!"
"..."
He didn't throw the teacup, but his sleeve swept up a gust of wind.
There wasn't a trace of killing intent in it. Instead, it propelled Ye Xuan toward the door.
"Don't worry, Master."
"This disciple will make sure to learn from them."
Ye Xuan used the momentum to retreat, floating out of Shou Jing Hall like a willow catkin.
Just before he left,
he remembered to turn back and cup his hands, wearing an utterly harmless smile.
As he watched his little disciple disappear beyond the door,
the anger on Tian Buyi's face vanished in an instant, as though wiped away with a rag.
He settled back into the Grand Tutor Chair, picked up the teacup he hadn't thrown, and took a pleased sip.
"Heh."
"Daoist Cangsong."
"Let's see where you'll put that old face of yours this time."
Su Ru emerged from behind the screen.
Watching her husband act like a cat that had stolen a fish, she shook her head helplessly.
The Seven Peaks of the Qingyun Sect.
Dragon Head Peak had always been renowned for its imposing presence.
Its steep slopes rose like a giant dragon lifting its head, piercing the clouds.
The architecture here was worlds apart from the rundown courtyard on Great Bamboo Peak.
Everything about the place radiated the attitude of, "We have money, we