At these words, the Peak Lords of the Seven Peaks all exchanged glances.
None of them knew just what medicine their Junior Martial Uncle was selling in his gourd.
No one wanted to be the bird that stuck its head out first.
"Ahem, ahem..."
Just as the atmosphere on the arena grew a little awkward, a somewhat portly man with scruffy whiskers and an unkempt appearance stepped forward, coughing lightly.
"Since none of you particularly wants this lad, I, Zhao Qian, will reluctantly take him in on behalf of the Seventh Peak."
The man spoke in a tone that said, "If I don't enter hell, who will?"
Indeed, this was the Seventh Peak's Peak Lord, Zhao Linglong's father, Zhao Qian.
"After all, this lad was originally the disciple the Spirit Bone Stele chose for our Seventh Peak. It seems his destined bond with us is still intact."
Chuckling, Zhao Qian walked over to Qingxiao and Xu Taiping.
As he spoke, he even gave Xu Taiping an exceedingly smarmy wink, as though saying, Lad, I think highly of you.
"Wait!"
"What do you mean, you'll reluctantly take him in? We haven't even asked yet!"
Hearing this, the other Peak Lords finally reacted.
They had merely been watching and waiting. Who would have thought Zhao Qian would steal a march on them?
As for whether they wanted Xu Taiping, they were not blind. Based on his performance in that Sword Inquiry against Ye Xuan alone, even if his root bone made further advances in cultivation difficult, he would still be more than qualified to serve as an elder of the Azure Profound Sect!
"Heh, you certainly have a lovely dream there, Zhao Qian!"
A woman in dark Daoist robes, her beauty cold and striking, strode forward.
"Little Taiping, think carefully. His Seventh