While Zhao Jian stood there with an embarrassed look, too afraid to speak, someone coughed. Then the man said, "Deputy Hall Master Qin, those words were rather harsh."
"Oh? Then according to Deputy Hall Master Zhong, after he left all the disciples of my Mingcui Hall behind in You Lan Grand Canyon, I should thank him and not say a single word?"
It turned out that the owner of that pleasant voice was Aunt Qin, former Hall Master of Misty Sect's Mingcui Hall.
Deputy Hall Master Zhong smiled. "First, I believe Deputy Hall Master Qin should understand that sending disciples into You Lan Grand Canyon for training was decided by the three Hall Masters of Misty Hall. It had nothing whatsoever to do with Zhao Jian. Second, Zhao Jian's martial arts are limited. It is already fortunate that he escaped with his life. Even the inner disciples of Yi Xiang Peak's women's sect could not look after the outer disciples of Wuming Hall. We cannot demand too much of Zhao Jian or insist that he accomplish this and that. Third, we are now on Shixin Peak of the Incense-Passing Cult. There is no Mingcui Hall here, much less any disciples of Mingcui Hall. There are only female disciples of Misty Hall. I ask Deputy Hall Master Qin to distinguish that clearly!"
"You..." Aunt Qin was nearly beside herself with rage. Misty Hall's disciples had suffered grievous casualties when Misty Sect was destroyed. The male disciples who remained were mostly of middling or lesser talent. The female disciples of Mingcui Hall had fared better. Under the Incense-Passing Cult's longstanding rules of valuing women over men, many disciples had not dared strike too ruthlessly at the female disciples of Misty Sect. Thus, among the female disciples brought to the Incense-Passing Cult, there