"Just keep an eye on Xue Beng. Don't make too much of a stir yet. Xue Ye's attitude is rather delicate right now, after all."
Seeing the killing intent in Xue Qinghe grow increasingly obvious, Sunday spoke up to stop him.
At those words, Xue Qinghe took a deep breath and suppressed the killing intent in his heart.
"I understand, sir. I'll be careful."
"Good. Let's head back. I'll take care of coaching the Imperial Fighting Team Second Squad."
"All right."
Xue Qinghe obeyed Sunday's instructions without reservation, and the two returned to the banquet hall one after the other.
Inside the banquet hall, everyone had already been enjoying themselves for some time, though it was mostly Dugu Yan and the others chatting and laughing.
After catching up with Ning Rongrong for a while, Ning Fengzhi had settled alone in a corner to drink tea.
Seeing Sunday and Xue Qinghe approach, Ning Fengzhi raised his cup in greeting.
"Sir. Qinghe."
"Hehe, Sect Master Ning, you certainly know how to enjoy yourself. Why aren't you drinking wine?"
Sunday sat down beside Ning Fengzhi and poured himself a cup of tea as well.
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly at his words and gently shook his head.
"I'm getting old. I can't keep up with these youngsters anymore."
Hearing this, Xue Qinghe raised his cup beside them, his voice full of respect.
"What are you saying, Teacher? You're in your prime. You single-handedly brought the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to its current heights. How could you possibly be old?"
Ning Fengzhi glanced at Xue Qinghe and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, Qinghe, you still know just how to make people happy. Keep praising me, and your teacher won't be able to tell north from south!"
"Really?!"
As the three conversed, a cry of surprise