After reading these posts, Xia Ping understood everything. He knew what had happened—Bian Haifan must have been behind it, trying to ruin his reputation with a strategy of praise that kills.
The higher one was lifted, the harder one fell.
Once his reputation reached its peak, a single failure would surely make him the target of everyone's arrows. He would be mocked by all and dealt a blow to his martial heart.
If his martial heart were fragile, that blow might leave him unable to rise again. Bian Haifan's intentions were truly sinister.
"So that's how it is." Xia Ping narrowed his eyes.
With so much having happened, it was no wonder the disciples of the other four great sects were all staring at him like wolves and tigers. If the elders had not been nearby, they would probably have already stepped forward to challenge him.
Still, this was not necessarily a bad thing. He was short on Hate Points anyway, so he could simply ride the current.
"Boy, this is what you get for offending me, Bian Haifan. You'll have a hard time later."
In the distance, Bian Haifan was immensely pleased with himself. His scheme had succeeded, turning Xia Ping into a target for all. He believed that from here on, he would not even need to sow discord—Xia Ping would be in terrible trouble just from being watched by so many people.
Yet he remained extremely low-key, pretending to know nothing. After all, if that vicious brute Xia Ping set his sights on him, then he would be the one in trouble.
"Everyone."
At that moment, Xia Ping stepped forward and swept his gaze across the crowd.
"Hm? He actually dares to step out on his own?"
Bian Haifan was somewhat startled. He had not expected Xia