Lin Mo did not know the young man in red robes, but he could tell from his tone that he was exceedingly arrogant, and... looked down on Lü Di from the bottom of his heart!
"Ding Yan, how dare you!"
Being addressed by name by a junior disciple was more than even the easygoing Lü Di could stomach. He snapped, "You dare call me by my name? Do you have any respect for me as an elder?"
"Respecting your teachers and honoring the Dao is a sect rule. Do you intend to betray your teachers and defy your forebears?!"
"Oh?"
The red-robed young man named Ding Yan raised his brows again, his voice mocking. "With such an enormous accusation perched on my head, are you trying to break my neck, Martial Uncle Lü?"
"Since when did the people of Spirit Plant Peak dare challenge our Spirit Beast Peak?"
"Or is it you, the Sixteenth Elder, who wants to pit yourself against me, a War Hall disciple?"
Bzzz!
A rapid buzzing came from inside Ding Yan's sleeve.
Ten pitch-black, many-legged spirit insects abruptly poked their heads out of his sleeve, their soybean-sized compound eyes glowing an eerie green.
At the same time.
A layer of blazing flame appeared on the hilt of the longsword strapped to Ding Yan's back. The temperature on the sixth floor of the Scripture Pavilion slowly rose as fighting spirit surged through him.
From the look of it, he actually intended to fight Lü Di-to challenge someone in the foundation establishment realm with his qi refining cultivation!
"You..."
Lü Di flew into a rage, yet for some reason, the imposing aura he had just mustered suddenly weakened. "You're studying the Fire Cloud Secret Canon? It would indeed be inappropriate to disturb you."
"However, I was ordered by