Arranging a Meeting

Beyond the bounds of Ten Thousand Blade Peak, several figures hovered in midair, their gazes occasionally piercing the clouds to look deep into the mountain.

Suddenly, a streak of light tore across the sky, racing toward them with a howling rush of wind.

"He's here! The president's here!"

Sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the nearby sky,

everyone perked up and went forward to meet him.

"President, how did it go?"

"Did that fame-fishing fraud accept your challenge?"

"Hmph! If you ask me, that fellow knows he's no match for you, President. He's a coward, too. I bet he turned down your challenge!"

Several senior members of the Dao Seeking Society approached him, all talking over one another.

Their words brimmed with disdain for Shen Changchuan.

"Quiet!"

Xuan Tianxing said little, merely casting them a glance.

The people around him immediately fell silent, their clamor cutting off abruptly.

"He accepted my challenge."

Only after a long moment did Xuan Tianxing speak.

His words were crisp and direct, though something about his tone seemed faintly strange.

"What? That country bumpkin actually accepted your challenge, President?"

"That turtle finally stopped hiding in his shell?"

"Who gave him the courage?"

"Hmph! With someone challenging him on his own doorstep, he couldn't wriggle out of it even if he wanted to!"

Conversation erupted around him, startled cries rising one after another. Disbelief covered their faces.

As members of the opposing side,

especially after the humiliation they had suffered outside the Immortal Sect's Scripture Pavilion not long ago,

these senior members of the Dao Seeking Society had always been deeply hostile toward Shen Changchuan.

Thus, even though Shen Changchuan had accepted the challenge,

they still scorned and reviled him.

However,

there were also some sensible people among them.

Seeing Xuan Tianxing's odd expression, as