In the end, the two did not come to blows. This was the rear mountain of Little Green Peak, after all.
The two women turned their faces away from each other, each letting out a cold snort. They looked just like two cats with their fur on end.
"Xiao Wan'er, disciples who joined Little Green Peak within the last sixty years address one another as senior and junior. Why should Junior Brother Zhou have to call you Sister Wan'er?"
"Because I like it, and Little Jing likes it too. What's it to you!"
The green-robed girl could bear it no longer and finally struck. Xiao Wan'er struck as well.
Their two auras collided with a thunderous crash.
A dragon's cry rang from the sword case on Lü Qingyu's back. Five flying swords of different elements spread out like a peacock's tail—the opening stance of the Five Elements Hidden-Armor Sword Classic.
A foot-long shard of dark ice had already formed between Xiao Wan'er's slender fingers. Ink-black frost coiled around her fingertips, and the pressure of the Black Emperor Sea-Covering Palm instantly coated the surrounding plants in spikes of frost.
These two supreme arts of the peak had sprung from the same source, yet now they were being used in a fight between fellow disciples.
You knew you could not let them fight, or your cultivation would be delayed again today.
You hurried between them and raised a hand. "Senior Sister, we have business to attend to!"
"Junior Brother, move aside."
"Little Jing, step away."
You looked at Lü Qingyu. "Senior Sister, could you put away those Five Elements spirit swords first?"
"Hmph. Move aside, Junior Brother, or you'll get hurt."
You turned helplessly toward Xiao Wan'er. "Senior Sister Xiao..."
The barefoot girl listened. She withdrew her power and smiled gently. "Little