At this moment, on the arena, Xiao Yan faced Yun Ling's questioning without changing expression. He even spoke in a deep voice:
"I wonder how Elder Yun expects me to cooperate with the Misty Cloud Sect?"
After hearing this, Yun Ling's gaze turned sharp. "I already said it. Remain here for the time being. My Misty Cloud Sect has its own methods of investigation!"
Seeing this, Jia Xingtian and the others showed varying expressions.
After all, Xiao Yan had indeed displayed an extremely terrifying talent for cultivation just now, but to them, the current Xiao Yan was merely an ordinary person...
Everything happening now was a matter between the Misty Cloud Sect and Xiao Yan. They neither wished nor intended to interfere...
Thus, they all chose to remain spectators...
Listening to Yun Ling's utterly unreasonable demand, Xiao Yan's expression finally cooled slightly.
The victor had already been decided, and countless people had witnessed it with their own eyes...
Yet Yun Ling, merely because his sect had lost all face, wished to twist black into white and force his arguments. He was truly overbearing and shameless.
Xiao Yan shook his head slightly.
"The outcome of the match is clear in everyone's hearts. I, Xiao Yan, have done nothing dishonorable. There is no need for me to indulge your sect's groundless suspicions or submit to this so-called inspection."
With those words, Xiao Yan did not spare the high platform another glance. He turned and stepped forward, intending to leave the arena, put an end to this farce, and descend the mountain.
But Xiao Yan's calm attitude appeared to Yun Ling, who had already lost all face, as an utterly unrestrained and arrogant provocation.
"You insolent brat!"
Yun Ling flew into a furious rage. His aged face instantly filled with viciousness as the