"Second Senior Brother."
"Mm?... Mm!" Gu Ji reflexively cupped his hands, his breathing turning uneven. Coming back to himself, he called out, "Sixth Junior Brother!"
"Let's go."
With one hand behind his back, Chen Xun kept his gaze straight ahead. The surrounding disciples watching trembled in their hearts and hurriedly made way, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Gu Ji glanced around, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself. He silently followed behind Chen Xun. Yet no one found this strange scene odd at all.
"Oh, Senior Brother Futian, please."
"Greetings, Senior Brother Futian."
As Chen Xun passed by them, disciples of every race lowered their heads and cupped their hands with grave expressions. No cultivator dared challenge his esteemed position again; they could only watch as the two departed.
Only after Chen Xun had been gone for quite some time did the atmosphere around them ease somewhat.
"Quickly, carry Senior Brother back to his cave abode to recover." A disciple shook his head as he looked at the senior brother sprawled like a dead dog. A Dao Integration Realm cultivator had actually been unable to withstand even a single physical blow from Futian.
"As expected of the strongest cultivator among the younger generation of the Three Thousand Great Worlds... He could fight across realms so casually." A female disciple felt her heartbeat suddenly race.
"To strike so heavily over a mere disagreement." An older disciple on the outskirts shook his head slightly. "In the end, he is still too young and hot-blooded. His words and actions are far too impulsive."
"You should speak more quietly." A cultivator beside him sneered. "If Futian hears you, he may come looking for you again."
At those words, the older disciple felt as though thorns were pressing against his back