A voice came from behind the crowd, and everyone turned to look.
An old man with sword-like eyebrows, dressed in the robes of the Celestial Master's Mansion, strode toward us.
He was slightly plump, with his hair tied in a topknot. His sharp brows and fierce expression made it obvious he was no one to trifle with.
Zhang Yuchen immediately said:
"Brother Jiang, another old man!"
"Martial uncle, should I go get help?"
Tian Yong whispered beside me as well. Things were getting a little out of control. Beat the juniors, and the seniors came running. There seemed to be no end to it.
But I wasn't someone who scared easily.
I said outright:
"It's fine. If they want a fight, we'll fight. What haven't we dealt with before?"
Hearing that, Zhang Yuchen and Tian Yong nodded and calmed down.
As soon as the sword-browed old man appeared, people all around called out:
"Senior Swordfall!"
"Senior Swordfall!"
"Back up. Daoist Swordfall is the most hot-tempered elder in the Celestial Master's Mansion. Don't mess with him."
"I heard Senior Swordfall reached the vitality soul realm peak ten years ago. I wonder if he's broken through to the spiritual wisdom realm."
"No idea. But at the vitality soul realm peak, Senior Swordfall should have no trouble beating this kid!"
"He's an independent cultivator with no backing. Even if his cultivation is high, why provoke the Celestial Master's Mansion and Maoshan? Isn't he asking for trouble?"
"I admit this guy's pretty strong, but if this keeps up, it won't end well for him."
"..."
The people around us kept talking.
The old Daoist called Swordfall reached the center of the crowd.
The Ten Thousand Spirits Daoist of Maoshan called out:
"Senior Brother Swordfall!"
"Martial Uncle Swordfall!"
"..."
The disciples of the Celestial Master's