At those words, a suspicious flush appeared on Xie Yichu's face, and even his ears began to redden slightly.
"Senior brother, as Sect Master, you must have plenty to keep you busy. You've already wasted too much time here with me. Why not go back and deal with your backlog of official business? The Supreme Elder has already sent reminders several times."
Hearing such blunt words, Xiao Fansheng knew his junior brother's embarrassment had turned to anger. To avoid actually being thrown out, he sensibly chose to shut his mouth and turned to deal with the woman at the foot of the mountain.
In Xiao Fansheng's view, although she was talented, she was nowhere near as important as his junior brother, nor was she as important as his little martial niece.
She might be a genius, but the Southern Continent was no barren land. Every year, plenty of geniuses chose to join the Yuanji Sect.
In the Cultivation Realm, geniuses did not actually enjoy particularly high standing. What mattered most was the power behind you. After all, only once a genius had grown into a Heavenly Pride would they truly enter the sights of the major powers. Otherwise, no matter how talented you were, you were nothing more than an ant that others could crush at any moment.
For some people, being a genius was not a blessing. It could also be a summons to death.
Although the various powers appeared calm on the surface, behind the scenes, all of them killed geniuses from other sects or lineages to one extent or another. After all, even disciples from the same lineage might compete to the death, let alone one power against another.
There were only so many resources in the Cultivation Realm. If you took a larger share because of