"Are you sure we can leave it to them? Without a single Great Cultivator, can those few disciples of your Azure Cloud Sect manage it?" An old man in Confucian robes frowned at the mirror before him as he asked.
In the mirror was Ouyang, holding Gouzi up and using him to pound Zhao Qiansun. His frivolous manner made the old man's brow furrow tightly.
On a floating island, more than a dozen cultivators sat in their seats, exchanging looks as they watched Ouyang holding Gouzi in the mirror.
"If our disciples can't do it, why not send your Sage Manor's disciples instead?" Before Dongxu Zi beside her could speak, Su Xiaoqi answered coldly.
The righteous-looking old man's expression froze. His face flushed red as he turned to Su Xiaoqi and said, "The disciples of our Sage Manor are all scholars without the strength to truss a chicken. How could scholars take part in all this fighting and killing?"
"Do they not want to participate, or are they incapable of it? I wonder whose mountain hasn't produced a promising scholar in years?" Tai'a mercilessly exposed him from the side.
The words of Tai'a, Sect Master of the Sword Sect, immediately sparked a burst of laughter, filling the formerly solemn Main Hall with a cheerful atmosphere.
Zhang Zixiang, Sect Master of the Myriad Laws Sect, looked with satisfaction at Chen Changsheng in the mirror and said, "Changsheng's cultivation has been coming along nicely lately. I knew at a glance that this boy was extraordinary! Just what I'd expect of the disciple I chose!"
Hearing Zhang Zixiang's words, Tai'a nodded with deep feeling. Leng Qingsong's Spatial Leap just now had truly dazzled quite a few of those present.
He had yet to become a Great Cultivator, yet he could wield Spatial Laws