Xu Changqing watched, unable to stop the corner of his mouth from twitching.
Well then.
What Xu Ping'an had loved most in his life was fighting.
Back in the Heavenly Origin Realm, every peer of his generation had been beaten into submission by him.
Later, after arriving at the Grand Void Rift, he had slaughtered his way through the entire Grand Void Rift in just over a decade.
The four words "Venerable Taiping" had not been self-proclaimed—they had been earned through slaughter.
Li Wudao had once taught him how to keep his edge sheathed.
Now, Zhen Yuanzi was teaching him how to let that edge shine.
Put nicely, it was a meeting of high mountains and flowing waters.
Put poorly, it was birds of a feather flocking together.
Watching this master and disciple pair, Baili Hong could not help muttering, "It's over. The Sea of Chaos is going to suffer."
Zhen Yuanzi did not respond.
Just then, brisk footsteps sounded outside the meditation chamber, followed by someone triggering the restriction on the door from outside.
As the restriction came undone, a figure stepped inside.
The newcomer wore a plain-colored long robe, its sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
His hair was casually tied up, with several loose strands scattered across his forehead. From head to toe, he exuded an unkempt, carefree air.
The sixth direct disciple, Feng Buhui.
Hm?
The moment Feng Buhui entered, he halted. His gaze swept over the meditation chamber, first taking in Zhen Yuanzi in the seat of honor, then Baili Hong on the right, and finally Xu Changqing and Xu Ping'an. "So many people waiting for me?"
Baili Hong laughed. "Sixth Junior Brother, you made us wait long enough."
"I got delayed on the way."
As he spoke, Feng Buhui casually dropped into an empty