Just as his seemingly absent gaze drifted toward that little hanger-on from the Gu Family.
The two rows of disciples behind Chen Xun wore varying expressions, quietly swallowing mouthful after mouthful of saliva.
There was Qingfu, of the Soul-Nourishing Spirit-Weeping Clan, with a little braid in her hair and a love of watching trouble unfold—the ninth junior sister of Chen Xun from the Fushi Sect main lineage.
There was Gu Ji, of the Ancient Saint Clan, with a stern face as steady as an old dog while his heart panicked like a groundhog—the second senior brother of Chen Xun from the Fushi Sect main lineage.
There was Yue Xuan, pale-faced and drenched in sweat, the young clan chief of the Mountain-Moving Clan and Chen Xun's tenth junior brother from the Fushi Sect main lineage.
And there was Chi Hao, the eighth junior brother forcibly stuffed in by Uncle-Master Chi Chen, a fellow disciple of Chen Xun's master. He looked thoroughly unconvinced, possessed a certain petty cleverness, and yet somehow always gave people the impression that everyone could see right through him.
At the rear left stood an Immortal-Spirit Clan woman with a cool expression. She had been repeatedly signaling Chen Xun with her eyes, rather sternly. She was undoubtedly Ling Qingzhi, the eldest senior sister of the Fushi Sect main lineage.
Behind her stood a Devil Race being with coldness in his eyes and a somewhat arrogant expression. His gaze even swept around in open provocation, intimidating the four directions. If you had the guts, then strip Futian of his honored position!
He was determined to protect his own junior brother. At merely twenty years old, there were likely countless major lineages within the Fushi Sect that did not wish to see his junior brother securely seated in this position.