Elder Tong Xuan watched the two black streaks of light speed away into the distance. After a brief frown, his brows slowly relaxed, and the pressure of a high-level Half-Saint quietly receded. He said in a deep voice, "Forget it. Let them leave for now."
He turned to Xiao Ling and Xiao Yan, his tone becoming somewhat gentler. "Although Hun Lin and the other are detestable, they are ultimately only peripheral elders of the Hun Clan. There is no concrete evidence regarding today's matter. If we insist on keeping them here, it will only give them grounds to accuse us of being unreasonable, while prematurely intensifying the conflict between our two clans. It is not worth the loss."
Standing in the air, Xiao Ling casually brushed his fingertips across nonexistent dust on his robe, his expression as calm as ever. "Elder Tong Xuan is right. They are merely two clowns. They are not worth tearing relations apart over."
A flash of coldness passed through his eyes, vanishing in an instant. "Letting them off today is merely leaving some room for now. When the time comes for a true reckoning, not a single blood debt will be overlooked."
Gu Qingyang stepped forward, his green robes stirring lightly in the wind. "Brother Xiao Ling, Brother Xiao Yan, rest assured. Though the Gu Clan does not wish to stir up trouble without cause, we are by no means soft targets to be bullied at will. The Hun Clan has already lost all face over today's matter. If they seek trouble again in the future, they will have to consider whether they can afford the price."
His gaze swept across the members of the various clans below as he declared loudly, "All of you have seen this clearly. This matter was entirely the Hun