"Oh? Vice Peak Master Mo, you seem to be getting on in years. There are clearly ten disciples standing here, yet your old eyes have gone blurry and failed to see them?" Gao Yueyue revealed a faint smile.
The smile on Mo Buwu's face stiffened slightly at her words. Only then did he force out a dry laugh. "Hehe, so there was also a Foundation Establishment Early Stage disciple. This old man thought he was here to serve as some contestant's sword-bearing boy."
Mo Buwu cast Chen Fan a faintly displeased glance. He had intended to use Chen Fan's low cultivation to ridicule Gao Yueyue, only to have her seize upon his slip of the tongue and mock him in return. This left him greatly displeased.
Chen Fan, meanwhile, stood where he was with an expressionless face, as though none of this had anything to do with him. Though Mo Buwu's repeated taunts added a trace of chill to his eyes, he quietly withdrew it at once. He knew this was Shu Mountain, and he needed to endure.
"Vice Peak Master Mo, since you have no objections, let this Immortal Arts Exchange Conference begin." Having gained a slight victory in their earlier exchange, the gloom on Gao Yueyue's face had somewhat dispersed as she spoke with a faint smile.
Upon hearing this, the gloom on Mo Buwu's face slowly faded as well, replaced by an expression of confidence, as though victory were already in his grasp. He showed a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Fine, then let us begin. For the first match, my Seventh Peak shall send out a female disciple first."
Having said that, he turned to a lovely-faced woman and said, "Xia Lan, you will fight the first match. Remember to show mercy to these