There were Bright Light Sect disciples in the crowd. Others might not know why these people had come, but they knew exactly what they themselves had done.
So when they saw the furious group heading straight for the Bright Light Sect's lodgings, their faces went white with fright, and they hurriedly tried to turn back to warn their sect.
However, the moment they moved, Xue Fuyao's Immortal-Binding Rope came flying over and bound them tight.
"Why are you running? We happen to need directions, so sorry for the trouble, but you'll have to show us the way."
With their mouths gagged, the bound disciples could only make muffled noises as they stared in terror at Xue Fuyao looming over them.
"Senior Sister, you don't know anyone from the Bright Light Sect. How did you spot them in the crowd?" Geng Xing asked curiously.
"Something was off about their auras."
Her answer left Geng Xing utterly bewildered. Auras? What the heck were those?
When the group reached the Bright Light Sect's lodgings, the elder leading its delegation was already waiting outside, all smiles.
"My young friends, you've come so far, and I failed to come out to welcome you. Forgive my discourtesy."
Gu Nian looked coldly at the man before her, ignoring his outstretched hand.
"Elder Guangming, let's speak plainly. Those little tricks you played at our lodgings were crude. They were useless, but thoroughly disgusting. If you stay out of this today, we can settle it today, and tomorrow's competition will proceed as usual. If we can't settle it, though, tomorrow's results will be hard to predict. And that's not all. If my master and martial uncles learn of this, learn that their disciples were ambushed on the Eastern Continent, do you think they might visit the Bright Light Sect