Another young cultivator from the Nine Yue Territory sighed. "If we hadn't already joined the Ten Thousand Swords Palace, he probably would have killed all of us."
"I just don't understand. We're all cultivators of the younger generation, cultivating together—so why is the gap between us so enormous?" sighed a young Daoist nun in robes. She had also been injured in that battle and felt deeply humiliated.
They had been the ones in the right, yet under the crushing force of the other side's martial power, they had instead become the oppressed party.
Yue Mingsong laughed. "Luckily, I didn't go with you. Otherwise, seeing you get abused so miserably by someone else would have made me feel ashamed too."
Although Ning Xiaochuan did not know the details of that battle, he could imagine it: a group had gone to seek justice, only to be knocked down by one person and thrown out of the Prince's Mansion. That was definitely not something glorious! Bang!
Situ Jing clenched his fists tightly and slammed one onto the table. "If I hadn't lost three years of cultivation time, I definitely could have defeated him!"
At that moment, Chi Xin came down from upstairs, followed by a group of aristocratic youths from the Prince's Mansion.
Chi Xin wore a Daoist robe worth more than a million Profound Stones, with a green Daoist crown on his head. From afar, he called out, "You are Ning Xiaochuan?"
The appearance of those aristocratic youths from the Prince's Mansion had long since alarmed all the cultivators in the Heavenly Universe Tower. Ning Xiaochuan naturally noticed them as well. He glanced at Chi Xin and said lightly, "You know me?"
"Young Master Ning, it's him. He is that second-rank Outer Disciple of the Prince's Mansion who beat one of our