Wait!
Just as Bi Chang was about to breathe a sigh of relief,
he suddenly remembered what he had muttered to himself earlier, and sweat broke out on his forehead again.
At that moment, Bi Chang wanted nothing more than to slap himself twice.
Me and my big mouth!
No, I have to break this habit of talking to myself.
Otherwise, sooner or later, it'll get me killed.
"Don't be so nervous, Deacon Bi. I came here for Ning Xuan." Watching Bi Chang frighten himself, Qin Shujian was somewhat speechless.
After breaking through to the Heavenly Being realm,
he could sense some of the fluctuations in other people's emotions.
He could not perceive much,
but he could still pick up a thing or two.
This ability worked better on people with lower cultivation. Those with higher cultivation, on the other hand, kept their thoughts more deeply concealed.
Just as Bi Chang had suspected,
he had actually arrived quite some time ago.
He had only remained out of sight because he saw the two men talking.
As for Ji He's actions,
he neither felt angry nor approved of them. Instead, he regarded them with equanimity.
Having disciples compete
was a good thing.
At the very least, the sect would not become a stagnant pool, devoid of life or vitality.
There was no such thing as true peace anywhere.
Only through struggle could greater progress be made.
As for so-called peace, people either grew so disheartened that they could no longer be bothered to compete, or they had some grander scheme in mind.
Compared with those alternatives,
Qin Shujian would rather see these disciples compete and fight. As long as they did not betray the sect or kill anyone, they could do whatever they liked.
After all, with him presiding over the