Boom!
The crimson sword light collided violently with the silver threads filling the sky.
A frenzied wave of air swept in every direction, hurling all the tables, chairs, and decorations inside Quiet Bamboo Pavilion into the air.
All of Small Bamboo Peak shuddered violently.
A tall, burly figure landed in front of Li Xiaoyu, shielding him firmly behind his back.
The newcomer wore the robes of Morning Sun Peak's Chief Seat. His beard and hair stood on end, and blazing fury burned in his tiger-like eyes.
It was none other than Morning Sun Peak's Chief Seat, Shang Zhengliang!
"Shang Zhengliang?!"
Master Shuiyue looked at the unexpected visitor, the frost on her face deepening.
"What are you doing at Small Bamboo Peak?!"
"What am I doing?"
Shang Zhengliang looked at her and laughed in his fury.
"If I hadn't come, wouldn't the treasured talent of Morning Sun Peak have been crippled by you, you old stubborn fool!"
His voice was thick with lingering fear.
Shang Zhengliang had never been able to put his mind at ease about his disciple back at Morning Sun Peak. His divine sense had been keeping a faint watch on what was happening at Small Bamboo Peak.
The moment he sensed Master Shuiyue's oppressive aura, he could no longer sit still. He immediately flew over on his sword.
Fortunately, he had arrived in time.
"Treasure talent?"
Master Shuiyue sneered and raised the horsetail whisk in her hand once more.
"I'd call him a lecher who seduced one of my disciples!"
"Today, I'll purge my sect of this traitor. No one will stop me!"
"Bullshit!"
Shang Zhengliang flew into a rage and swore outright.
Pointing at Master Shuiyue, he cursed without a hint of restraint. "You old nun, you don't understand a thing about human relationships! You spent