So the other disciples would not be embarrassed, and they would presumably be convinced as well.
At this moment on Heavenly Origin Peak, everyone watched Xu Zimo appear and then leave.
The people watching in the main hall fell silent.
No one knew what each other was thinking; it was probably as though a bottle of five flavors had been knocked over.
"Everyone, excuse me for a moment. My son is back. He will probably go to Qingshan Peak to find me."
Xu Qingshan stood and said, "That brat has not come back even once in years.
"And the moment he does, he injures his fellow disciples. I need to go give him a proper talking-to."
Everyone looked at Xu Qingshan. Though he said that, the pride on his face and the grin he was struggling to suppress—
could only make everyone sigh. "Damn it, how hypocritical. Go on, then—actually discipline him."
"The children have their own ways of resolving their matters. We should not interfere," Sect Master Xiao said from the side.
Watching Xu Qingshan's retreating figure, Sect Master Xiao turned and looked again at the many silent core elders.
"What do you all think?" he asked.
"When a fierce tiger returns to the forest and a True Dragon enters the sea, us old timers are probably no longer his match.
"What else is there to think?" Second Elder said with a smile.
"Qingshan has a good son," Sect Master Xiao sighed.
Xu Zimo left the martial arena and headed straight for Qingshan Peak, where his father lived.
It was still that verdant mountain shrouded in deep mist, tranquil as ever.
Every flower and blade of grass, every tree and leaf.
Xu Zimo felt that after being away for so long, everything had changed, yet the scenery of