Seeing Qing Chen actually dare to refuse Xu Baichuan to his face, Qin Zigu felt as though a great stone had lifted from his heart.
He immediately shouted, "Hmph! Qing Chen, who do you think you are, putting on airs in front of Senior Brother Xu?
"For Senior Brother Xu to think highly of you is a blessing you earned over eight lifetimes! An Outer Sect disciple with mud on his boots, and you really think you're somebody? Pah!"
His shouting stirred up the disciples in the General Affairs Hall who had been watching from the sidelines.
Looks of contempt and schadenfreude turned toward Qing Chen.
Whispers rose in a buzz like mosquitoes and flies:
"Has Qing Chen gone mad? Senior Brother Xu is an Inner Sect elite at the eighth layer of Qi Refining!"
"And that's not all! He's a direct descendant of the Xu Household on Sea Prosperity Island. His clan has more than one Foundation Establishment Realm High Person! Can anyone survive offending him?"
"I heard he offended Deacon Mo a while ago, too... Heh, now there's frost on top of the snow."
"He's seeking his own death. He can't blame anyone else."
Qing Chen remained expressionless, turning a deaf ear to their remarks.
He sneered inwardly. The cultivation world had always been this pragmatic.
When he had entered with Senior Brother Gu earlier, there had still been a measure of curiosity in their eyes.
Now that they saw him fall out with Xu Baichuan, they immediately changed their faces, itching to pounce on him and stamp him underfoot.
Just then, Pan Yuelian, who had been hiding behind Qin Zigu all along, seemed to think she had found her opportunity. Swaying her water-snake waist, she stepped forward, her hips rocking with every step.
Her ample breasts swayed