Summons from the Court Head

The morning dew had yet to dry when disciples from every court packed up their bamboo-shoot digging tools and gathered at the edge of the bamboo grove to line up and hand in their shoots.

Weighing, registration, handover...

The crowd bustled with activity, but even more people were discussing the clash between Celestial Pivot Court and Heavenly Profound Court the night before.

"Senior Brother Wei Luo!"

No one knew who shouted it, but the Celestial Pivot Court disciples standing in line immediately turned to look at the three figures emerging from the bamboo grove.

"Senior Brother Wei Luo."

"Brother Wei."

Upon seeing Wei Luo's group, the Celestial Pivot Court disciples hurried forward to greet them, every face brimming with enthusiasm.

More and more Celestial Pivot Court disciples gathered, quickly surrounding Wei Luo and squeezing Chang Bai and Wang Yonghu out of the crowd.

Wei Luo was carrying quite a few things, and some disciples insisted on taking the bamboo shoots from his hands for him.

The conflict between Celestial Pivot Court and Heavenly Profound Court the previous night had already spread everywhere.

Celestial Pivot Court and Heavenly Profound Court were neighbors to begin with, so friction between them was never rare.

This time, Wei Luo had not only slapped Heavenly Profound Court across the face, but also allowed the Celestial Pivot Court disciples to vent a fierce breath of pent-up resentment.

Disciples from the other courts, still standing in line, also cast curious looks over and pointed at Wei Luo as they talked.

"Wei Luo's standing among the disciples is probably even higher than the chief disciple's now."

Chang Bai watched Wei Luo being surrounded like the moon amid a host of stars, and an involuntary trace of sourness entered his voice.

He was carrying two hundred jin of Blood