On the Dao Demonstration Platform, several metallic clashes rang out, and a Heaven Mending Pavilion disciple was sent flying off the platform.
Thud! The disciple crashed heavily to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. A derisive scoff drifted slowly out of the dust. "Trash!"
"To think a vaunted Pure Land has nothing but these sorry excuses to offer. What a disappointment."
The Heaven Mending Pavilion disciple lying on the ground was helped to his feet. At those words, his face flushed crimson, and he glared furiously at the platform.
There stood a man in a lavish, gleaming golden robe, his hair secured beneath a tall crown. Holding a mountain-cleaving spear, he brushed his sleeve with an utterly arrogant air.
His words were quiet, but everyone nearby had cultivation. They all turned to look at Tuoba Chuan on the platform.
Even the Heaven Mending Pavilion elder seated cross-legged on the raised dais opened his impassive eyes.
Xia Youyu and the War Goddess, who had been chatting, could not help frowning as well. The War Goddess said coldly, "Tuoba Chuan, we only came here to exchange pointers. Don't take things too far."
Xia Youyu had been about to lose her temper, but upon hearing the name "Tuoba," she understood why the man on the platform was acting this way.
The Heaven Mending Pavilion and the Tuoba Family were sworn enemies. In ancient times, the Divine Vine, the pavilion's Sacrificial Spirit, had slain the Tuoba Family's Sacrificial Spirit, sowing the seeds of their feud.
As a member of the Tuoba Family, the man's behavior made sense.
But making sense was one thing. To say such things inside the Heaven Mending Pavilion left every pavilion disciple below the platform with fire blazing in their eyes.
Yet as Tuoba Chuan felt