You Are Not Qualified

"Why?"

Ten thousand questions welled up in her heart.

Luolan Xue and Yin Luoli's identities were known to everyone in the Qingshan Sect. Someone like her was practically invisible in front of those two women.

Yet, they were so respectful to Yi Feng, a mere mortal?

It seemed like their violent confrontation with Yu Wujie was also because of this man she had abandoned?

Why?

Peng Ying's mind became a tangled mess, feeling like she was enveloped in a fog, unable to see or understand anything...

"Please, sir, do not take this to heart. I will report this to the sect and ensure you receive a proper explanation," Luolan Xue said, lowering her head with a worried heart.

"Easily said."

Yi Feng waved his hand and smiled. Although he was quite angry with Yu Wujie, seeing him in such a pathetic state was somewhat satisfying.

At the same time, he felt great admiration for the Qingshan Sect.

Their sect's principles were truly commendable. He had heard before that the Qingshan Sect had a strict prohibition against casually attacking mortals. He hadn't really believed it then, but now it seemed to be true.

Under the cautious demeanor of the assembled crowd, Yi Feng was finally invited into the inner hall to be seated.

However, the task of hosting Yi Feng was left to Yin Xiong. Luolan Xue and Yin Luoli had more important matters to attend to.

The two women walked out with icy expressions, looking at Yu Wujie on the ground like a dead dog, their eyes glinting with killing intent.

"Senior Sister, what should we do?" Yin Luoli asked.

"He is the Third Elder's disciple after all. We cannot act rashly. After returning to the sect, we will report to Master and then decide," Luolan Xue said with a cold expression.

Yin Luoli nodded, then her gaze shifted to Peng Ying.

"What about her?"

Luolan Xue's expression darkened, and she walked towards Peng Ying, her gaze fixed on her.

Peng Ying couldn't withstand Luolan Xue's aura. She felt a heavy weight pressing down on her chest and stumbled backward, her face pale.

"Name."

Luolan Xue said coldly.

"R-reporting to Lord Luolan, this disciple is Peng Ying," Peng Ying stammered, her tongue tied. She had never experienced Luolan Xue's imposing presence before and quickly bowed.

"In front of me, a mere disciple like you, why do you not kneel?"

Luolan Xue glanced at Peng Ying and said coldly.

Peng Ying trembled and, without daring to question, knelt down. Cold sweat streamed down her face, and her heart was filled with extreme unease.

"State your other information."

Luolan Xue raised her chin, her expression still cold, and said.

"This disciple is Peng Ying from the Outer Sect's Xuantang, managed by Elder Fang of the Outer Sect. I joined the Qingshan Sect just a month ago," Peng Ying said, not daring to hide anything.

Upon hearing this, Luolan Xue's cold eyes flickered slightly, and she called out, "Palm."

"Ah?"

Peng Ying was startled.

Luolan Xue ignored her, directly grabbed her arm, and infused energy into it. Her expression then became frosty.

"Your aptitude is clearly insufficient to join my Qingshan Sect. Who was so audacious to allow you to join the sect without authorization?" Luolan Xue questioned icily.

Peng Ying's body trembled, and she was terrified and at a loss.

"From today onward, you have been expelled from the Qingshan Sect."

Luolan Xue's expression was unyielding. Her words struck Peng Ying's mind like a judgment, like a thunderclap.

Peng Ying's face instantly turned ashen, devoid of color.

Her heart was filled with unwillingness.

She had paid countless efforts to join the Qingshan Sect, and now she was expelled with a single sentence. How could she be willing? She cried out hysterically, "Why? Is it all because of that mortal, that Yi Feng?"

"Slap!"

Hearing Peng Ying's disrespectful address towards "mister," Luolan Xue's palm moved, and a powerful surge of energy struck Peng Ying directly across the face.

"I warn you, do not ask what you shouldn't. If there are things you are not qualified to know, it is best to have a sense of reverence."

Luolan Xue gave her a cold look and waved her jade hand. The token hanging from Peng Ying's waist instantly turned to dust. From this moment on, she was no longer a disciple of the Qingshan Sect.

"Not qualified...?"

Watching Luolan Xue's retreating figure, Peng Ying, who had collapsed on the ground, clutched her swollen face, her body trembling. Her face was filled with unwillingness as she mumbled, "No, no, I must understand what exactly is going on..."