Tang Yan glanced at the other man's courtyard and left in silence.
Back at Clear Sky Peak, Tang Yan did not hurry to his quarters. Instead, he sat on the stone steps halfway up the mountain.
Dusk fell, the dying sun red as blood. His shadow stretched long, like a lonely sword.
The wind lifted the hem of his robes, his figure looking somewhat solitary in the Xiao wind. Beneath the vast sky, he seemed incomparably small.
Thinking of the haughty, overbearing faces of Yu Yiwu and the others, Tang Yan sighed softly.
Had he turned on them then and there, even if he could not subdue all four, he could still have humiliated them and walked away unscathed.
He had right on his side, too.
As long as no one was crippled or killed, the sect would turn a blind eye.
But he was uncertain of the Female Demon's attitude.
He could sense that the Female Demon harbored considerable resentment toward him.
If Spirit Flame Peak felt humiliated and refused to let go of his beating fellow disciples, he would very likely face punishment from the sect if the Female Demon refused to protect him.
Even if Spirit Flame Peak did not pursue it, once the incident blew up, the Female Demon would notice his Spirit Herb Garden business.
She would very likely stop him from visiting the other Pill Peaks.
Earning fewer spirit stones was a minor matter. Losing access to new herbs and new pill formulas he could snag for free would greatly delay his progress in the Pill Dao.
The truth behind a Pill Peak disciple swallowing his anger outside turned out to be fear of his master stabbing him in the back!
How absurd!
When the conflict with those men first arose, he had not