Though Ouyang was touched after learning the whole story, he still had to show Tai'a, the Sword Sect Master, some respect.
"Get over here and apologize!"
He waved at the two unruly brats still standing on the hilltop, then dragged Leng Qingsong by the ear over to Tai'a, who had landed with a cold expression.
"Apologize!" Ouyang smacked the back of Leng Qingsong's head and scolded him.
Leng Qingsong glanced at Tai'a, gave a reluctant grunt, and bent at the waist slightly.
Bai Feiyu cupped his hands toward Tai'a, his gaze growing increasingly curious. He simply could not figure out why Tai'a could cultivate his personal Sword Intent.
Wearing his mask, Chen Changsheng respectfully bowed to Tai'a and said he was sorry.
Tai'a remained silent, his face cold. He glanced at Ouyang, who was still lecturing Leng Qingsong, and felt a little puzzled as well.
When those three little brats had gone berserk just now, they had even dared to attack him. They had even resorted to self-detonation, every bit the desperate daredevils who cared nothing for their lives.
Yet the moment Ouyang appeared, they became as docile as lambs. Leng Qingsong in particular, who had worn a cold expression and struck most ruthlessly with his sword, was now bending slightly while Ouyang pointed at him and called him an unruly brat.
Just what sort of magic could make three such wild, untamable boys trust and obey him so completely?
The title of Eldest Senior Brother?
Tai'a did not believe it. As someone at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, he had seen far too much.
Without superiority in strength or bloodline, one could never earn true respect.
A sword cultivator earned respect through the sword in his hand.
What did Ouyang have? That vast quantity of True Qi?
"Sect Master, please