You Are Not Qualified...

"Why?"

A thousand doubts rose in her heart.

No one in Qingshan Sect was unaware of Luolan Xue and Yin Luoli's identities. Someone like her was nothing more than a tiny nobody before the two women.

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

It even seemed that they had attacked Yu Wujie because of this man she had abandoned?

Why, exactly?

Peng Ying's thoughts became a tangled mess. It was as though a thick fog had risen before her eyes, leaving her unable to see through it or grasp it...

"I hope, sir, that you will not take this matter to heart. I will report this person to the sect and will certainly give you an explanation," Luolan Xue said, lowering her head uneasily.

"No problem, no problem."

Yi Feng waved a hand and smiled. Although he had been quite angry at Yu Wujie, seeing him in such a miserable state had eased his anger for the moment.

At the same time, he greatly admired Qingshan Sect.

Its traditions really were admirable. He had heard before that Qingshan Sect had a rule forbidding its members from casually attacking mortals. He had not believed it much before, but now it seemed to be true.

Only then did the group carefully invite Yi Feng into the inner hall and offer him a seat.

However, Yin Xiong could handle receiving Yi Feng. Luolan Xue and Yin Luoli had more important matters to attend to.

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

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

"He is, after all, Third Elder's disciple. We cannot act on our own. Once we return to the sect, we will report this to Master and let her decide," Luolan Xue said coldly.

Yin Luoli nodded, then turned her gaze toward Peng Ying.

"What about her?"

Luolan Xue's expression darkened. Her gaze bore down on Peng Ying as she walked toward her.

How could Peng Ying possibly withstand Luolan Xue's aura? It felt as though a massive boulder had been pressed against her chest. Her face turned deathly pale as she staggered backward.

"Name."

Luolan Xue's voice was cold.

"R-Reporting to Lord Luolan, this disciple is Peng Ying." Peng Ying's tongue had tied itself in knots. Having never experienced such pressure from Luolan Xue before, she hurriedly bowed.

"Why does a mere disciple like you not kneel before me?"

Luolan Xue glanced at Peng Ying and spoke coldly.

Peng Ying trembled. Not daring to question her, she immediately dropped to her knees, lowering her head as cold sweat streamed down her body. Unease filled her heart to the extreme.

"Report your other information."

Luolan Xue raised her pretty face and spoke coldly again.

"This disciple is Peng Ying of the Outer Sect's Xuantang, under the administration of Outer Sect Elder Fang. I joined Qingshan Sect one month ago," Peng Ying said, not daring to conceal the slightest detail.

At those words, Luolan Xue's icy eyes shifted slightly. "Your hand."

"Huh?"

Peng Ying jumped in fright.

Luolan Xue ignored her, directly grabbing her arm and sending a stream of energy into it. Frost immediately covered her face.

"Your aptitude is utterly insufficient for entry into Qingshan Sect. Who was so bold as to let you join Qingshan Sect without authorization?" Luolan Xue demanded coldly.

Peng Ying's body shook, and she was so frightened that her wits scattered in all directions.

"From today onward, you are expelled from Qingshan Sect."

Luolan Xue's expression allowed no doubt. Her words were like a judgment, like a thunderclap crashing directly into Peng Ying's mind.

Peng Ying's face abruptly turned pale, drained of all color.

Her heart filled with unwillingness.

She had paid countless prices to join Qingshan Sect. How could she accept being expelled with just a single sentence? She could not help crying out hysterically, "Why? Is it because of that mortal, that Yi Feng?"

Slap!

Hearing Peng Ying address the gentleman so disrespectfully, Luolan Xue moved her palm, and a powerful gust of force lashed directly across Peng Ying's face.

"I warn you: do not ask what you should not ask. If there are matters you are not qualified to know, then you had best keep a heart of reverence."

Luolan Xue gave her a cold glance, then waved her jade-like hand. The token hanging from Peng Ying's waist instantly shattered into powder. From this moment on, she was no longer a disciple of Qingshan Sect.

"Not qualified...?"

Watching Luolan Xue's departing figure, Peng Ying sat collapsed on the ground, clutching her swollen face. Her body trembled, her face full of unwillingness as she muttered, "No, no... I must find out what exactly is going on..."