With the General Association's tacit approval, Li Ling successfully brought Chi Yingting out.
Back at the Incense Mountain Courtyard, Li Ling sat at the head of the hall and addressed those below. "Ying Ting was eager to defend the sect. He did not fight over a personal grudge, so there will be no punishment this time, but no reward either.
"You must understand that in the cultivation world, the strong reign supreme. Their sect really does have a Nascent Soul expert presiding over it. If they shield their own and insist on pursuing this dispute to the bitter end, even I would find it a headache."
"Master..." Chi Yingting was clearly unconvinced. "I was only angry that he..."
"Before you attacked, did you know how much weight he carried, or what level he was at?" Li Ling snorted. "I am not blaming you for fighting someone. I am blaming you for being so rash and reckless when you are a True Disciple of our sect, someone destined to hold high office and take charge of the sect. How am I supposed to feel comfortable leaving you here to further your studies?
"Fortunately, you won this time. Had you lost, wouldn't you have brought humiliation upon yourself? Blades have no eyes. If one of you had died, a mere quarrel would have spawned a bitter blood feud. What a laughingstock that would make us!
"Throughout history, countless geniuses have met with misfortune over hollow fame. As the saying goes, the tree that rises above the forest is sure to be battered by the wind. What if he wasn't merely running his foul mouth, but deliberately provoking you to seize a chance to cut down our sect's geniuses? You would already be dead. Don't let your emotions rule you whenever something happens