"You! Didn't you hear me? Why didn't you spare his life!"
The newcomer was Zhao Xingyue, the Zhao Family's third elder. Dressed in sky-blue Daoist robes, he had the bearing of an immortal. Unfortunately, his face was somewhat twisted as he glared furiously at Zhao Yi!
Zhao Yi said nothing. He turned and looked at Zhao Xingyue with killing intent in his eyes. In an instant, Zhao Xingyue's hair stood on end, and cold sweat began to seep down his back.
This murderous fellow had just killed Mo Wusheng!
Zhao Xingyue now found himself unable to advance or retreat, his face alternating between pale and ashen.
"Fellow Daoist, I apologize on the third elder's behalf. In his momentary haste, he spoke rashly. Please forgive him!"
"I am Zhao Chenxing, grand elder of the Zhao Family. Greetings, fellow Daoist! Might I ask who you are?"
An old man appeared in the air, dressed in black Daoist robes, with crane-white hair and a youthful face.
Zhao Yi nodded slightly. "Zhao Yi of Linghua Island greets the grand elder!"
"Zhao Yi? Oh, so you are Fellow Daoist Chen Yihua's eldest disciple, the Eldest Senior Brother of Linghua Island. To have become a Spirit Attraction Stage cultivator at such a young age—the younger generation truly is formidable!"
Zhao Chenxing sighed, then continued, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, you have brought great trouble upon yourself by killing Mo Wusheng! Mo Wushi possesses extraordinary talent, and with his cultivation, I fear even this old man would find him difficult to withstand!"
"Grand elder, killing Mo Wusheng is Linghua Island's business. What happens afterward is no concern of yours. My fellow disciples from Linghua Island came to attend Little Wave Island's Trade Fair and were injured by Three Heroes Island's cultivators. This was entirely due to the Zhao Family's