Pu Jing Ming did not actually need to lead the way. Not long after they left the room, Chen Mo's sharp hearing had already caught the sounds of fighting.
Quickening their pace, they arrived at an open area within the inn, seemingly a space specially provided for martial artists to train. At a glance, they saw the crowd engaged in a brawl.
There were more than twenty people on their side, while the other side had fewer.
Despite having the numerical advantage, they were clearly no match for their opponents. There was an obvious gap in combat strength.
Many other youths and young girls stood around the training ground, pointing and watching with amused looks in their eyes.
There was no need to think too hard about it. The ones who had taken the initiative to provoke them and started this brawl were most likely disciples brought by that bald Elder Song.
It seemed the fight had been going on for some time, yet neither Sun Li nor that bald Elder Song had appeared. Their attitude was already perfectly clear.
The disciples' affairs would be settled by the disciples themselves. As elders, they would not interfere.
As for how far things went, it presumably did not matter as long as it did not affect the upcoming Mountain Entry Grand Competition.
"Then let me establish some authority for once. I won't let just any cats and dogs come knocking at the door to provoke us."
Whether he wanted to or not, Chen Mo and Pu Jing Ming were on the same side. He certainly could not stand by with his arms folded.
As he thought this, Pu Jing Ming, who looked anxious yet did not dare urge him, only felt a blur pass before his eyes. Chen Mo had already vanished