Heaven-Piercing Peak.
Yuqing Hall.
Ye Xuan stood lazily behind Tian Buyi and Su Ru.
In his hand, he even held a bunch of grapes he hadn't finished eating.
At such a solemn occasion, it was practically an act of disrespect.
But strangely enough,
not one of the powerful figures present spoke up to reprimand him.
Even...
Shang Zhengliang, the head of Chaoyang Peak, kept glancing at Ye Xuan.
Daoist Tianyun, the head of Luoxia Peak, looked at Ye Xuan as if he were a peerless piece of uncut jade, his eyes burning with jealousy.
Even Master Shuiyue, the usually aloof head of Small Bamboo Peak, looked at Ye Xuan with a warmth that was almost unbelievable.
Why?
Because of his strength.
Because of his talent.
Because this seemingly carefree youth was the most absurd prodigy Qingyun Sect had seen in a thousand years.
Seventh level of the Shangqing Realm!
What did that even mean?
Of all the peak heads present, only Dao Xuan and Cang Song were beyond him.
The rest were around the same level, and some were even weaker than Ye Xuan!
A disciple in his teens had reached the same level as peak heads who had cultivated for hundreds of years.
Who could possibly argue with that?
The expression on Tian Buyi's face was a sight to behold.
He tried hard to keep a straight face and put on the air of a stern teacher.
But his ever-rising eyebrows and grin stretching almost to his ears had already given away his delight.
What a rush!
What a rush!
Looking at these old fellows who usually mocked him, saying that Great Bamboo Peak had no worthy successors,
and seeing how sour they all looked now, as if they'd eaten lemons, Tian Buyi felt that the resentment he'd carried