Does a Mighty Dragon Still Fear a Local Snake?

Xi Yue and Little Ao Shu said nothing, their bright eyes fixed on the person beside them as they left the choice to Lin Yi.

Both women were kind-hearted. How could they stand by when they encountered such a pitiful little girl?

Besides, with their strength, what was there to fear about becoming enemies with local tyrants?

"Hey, what have you three been whispering about behind my back? Don't tell me all three of you were sent by those old bastards to steal the cultivation techniques of my Tianshu Pavilion."

Zhang Yun's deliberately stern voice rang out, and the atmosphere immediately grew tense.

Before Lin Yi could even figure out how to respond to his new master, Zhang Yun was already glaring at him as if he were an enemy. How was he supposed to explain this now?

Just as the tension intensified, a playful laugh completely shattered the awkward atmosphere.

"Hehe, why are you taking it so seriously? I was just joking with you."

"What's wrong with that? Your sect master is so young. Can't I liven things up with a joke?"

She was sixteen, after all. What sect leader would joke around at a time like this?

After a simple disciple-taking ceremony, Lin Yi's group of three parted ways with Ade and followed Zhang Yun into Ciyun Peak.

More accurately, after exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhang Yun ruthlessly chased Ade away without the slightest regard for the favor he had done in helping her recruit disciples.

Not far from Ciyun Peak, atop the branches of a towering tree that reached into the clouds, two middle-aged men in identical uniforms stared furiously at Lin Yi's group of four.

"Brother, I can barely hold myself back."

"Where did this snot-nosed little brat come from? He doesn't know his place, yet