Leaving aside how many times Wei Ren rolled his eyes in fury at that petty leader, things were hardly peaceful inside the formation either.
It had all begun with Wei Ren's earlier, provocative remarks.
They were outstanding disciples of their sects, proud and high-spirited. How could they swallow such contempt?
The disciple from the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect was the angriest of all. "Who does he think he's looking down on? Calling us cowards? What a joke! Brothers, after what they've said, can you still take this?"
Someone who had already been seething immediately stood up. "Take it, my ass!"
He was about to charge outside when Yun Chao stopped him. "What are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do? I'm going out there to chop him into mincemeat myself."
"And what will you chop him with? Your mere Spirit Severing Stage cultivation, or that hot blood of yours?"
It was as though a basin of cold water had been poured over his head. Half the fury in his heart immediately died away.
"But... but we can't just do nothing! And after what that demonic cultivator said about us, aren't you angry?"
"I'm angry. And what of it? Apart from getting us killed, can the recklessness born of anger advance you straight to the Spirit Transformation Stage?"
The man slowly calmed down and began reflecting on his own recklessness.
But before he could work anything out, the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect disciple stepped forward again. Apparently disagreeing with Yun Chao, he continued arguing against him. "That's hardly appropriate, Fellow Daoist Yun. As cultivators, aren't we meant to uphold the righteous path and slay demons to defend it? What do you mean by repeatedly stopping us?"
"Even slaying demons to defend the righteous path requires knowing your limits,