Elder Wen's heart jolted. He knew he had been too overconfident, that he had underestimated Rogue cultivator Yuhong's methods—and his ruthlessness. Yet he still could not understand how matters had developed to this point. Hadn't everything been going smoothly before...?
"Rogue cultivator Yuhong..." Elder Wen narrowed his eyes at Rogue cultivator Yuhong and said word by word, "This old man does not understand. This old man merely took away the Chan He Sect disciples, and they even left their cultivation techniques behind. Why did you still strike? Even if you do not fear the Wen family... this old man does not understand. You are merely a Spirit Division cultivator. With the strength of your Xiehong Mountain, how could you possibly stand against my Wen family?"
"Hahaha, lost in a fog, are you?" Watching a renowned clan disciple toyed with in the palm of his hand, Rogue cultivator Yuhong felt a rare sense of satisfaction rise within him and threw back his head in wild laughter.
"Fellow Daoist must have underestimated the cultivation technique I brought," Xiao Hua said calmly. He too appeared bound by Rogue cultivator Yuhong, unable even to move.
Elder Wen was even more baffled. "Wasn't the cultivation technique already given to him?"
Had it been the former Yuehua, she would naturally have been as bewildered as Elder Wen, like a monk six feet tall unable to reach the bottom of the water. But after hearing Xiao Hua's explanation, she had long understood the significance of this cultivation technique. Unable to hold back, she said in exasperation, "Senior, you are a clan disciple, so of course all you think of is bringing the cultivation technique back to the Wen family! But what if you broadened your horizons? What if this cultivation technique were given to more sects?"
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