On the other hand.
Bian Haifan and the others also swiftly returned to the Lingyun Sect through the cross-domain teleportation array. After several days of rest and recuperation, and consuming a large quantity of healing spirit medicines, he finally recovered from his injuries. His cultivation had even advanced a step further.
Yet the Lingyun Sect disciples were still deeply unconvinced, their hearts filled with pent-up frustration and grievance.
"Damn it, this trip to the Universe Sect was a colossal loss."
"Exactly. Not only did we fail to teach the Universe Sect disciples a lesson, we got taught a brutal lesson ourselves. Even our masters reprimanded us, saying we'd disgraced the Lingyun Sect. They even cut down our monthly pill allowance."
"It's all that bastard Xia Ping's fault. The plan had been perfect—we were going to sweep through the Universe Sect's new disciples while those prodigies were away. If Xia Ping hadn't shown up, how could we have ended up like this?"
Every Lingyun Sect disciple gnashed their teeth in fury.
"Revenge! This time, we must take our revenge fiercely. Otherwise, I, Bian Haifan, simply cannot swallow this humiliation!" Bian Haifan roared. In terms of resentment, likely no one present could compare to him.
Not only had Xia Ping beaten him badly and severely injured him on the spot, causing him to lose face before the Holy Maiden Ye Mengyao, but even the mount he had painstakingly raised had been eaten.
What a devastating loss. The grievance in his heart was beyond words.
"Senior Brother Bian, how are we supposed to take revenge? He's a Saint's disciple, and he belongs to the Universe Sect. The whip is too short to reach that far," a Lingyun Sect disciple said helplessly.
After all, Xia Ping was the disciple of the North Nether Saint,