Under Ling Yun's gaze, Miao Yan's eye twitched. He said no more and turned to look at the Dao Venerable.
The Dao Venerable remained calm, as if he had not heard a word of what Ling Yun had just said.
Ling Yun's unyielding attitude left everyone somewhat astonished.
"She's only a junior, and she's even of the Lingyang Clan. Her talent is indeed terrifying, but is it really necessary to take things this far?"
A middle-aged man frowned slightly and spoke in a low voice. He wore a long robe and a white cloak, and the might of an Emperor coiled around him.
Everyone in the hall was a supreme powerhouse above the Supreme Realm. Their eyes were sharp, and by now they had all seen the Qiong Luo Realm behind Shi Lan.
Shi Lan's talent was indeed frightening, but her rapid progress was only possible because she had a great world as her foundation. When she eventually condensed her Dao Fruit, no one knew how much effort it would take. It was too early to think about that now.
In his eyes, Ling Yun valued Shi Lan too highly, just as Rong Xuanqing had once done. He had poured so much into her, only for it all to end with water scooped up in a bamboo basket—a futile effort.
Clearly, Ling Yun had not learned enough from Rong Xuanqing's example.
"Whatever her origins, she is now a True Disciple of the Lingwu Hall. The Lingwu Hall must protect her. What happens in Lingyang has nothing to do with her."
Ling Yun shook his head slightly, still refusing to yield.
"There's no need to argue. Once the Divine Martial Otherworld is over, you can discuss how to resolve this among yourselves."
The Dao Venerable put an end to the matter.