"Jianli, Jian Duan, things have already come to this. Will you still not let it go?" Beishan Fengyun gritted his teeth. "Your Chen Household has rendered service to our Sword Sect, but do not go too far!"
Seeing that Beishan Fengyun had reached the limits of his endurance, Chen Jianli stopped while he was ahead.
"Sect Master Beishan, our Chen Household's loyalty to the Sword Sect remains unchanged. Today, we merely sought an explanation. Since that is settled, we shall let today's matter rest. I hope Nephew Beishan will stir up no more trouble. He would do better to devote his thoughts to cultivation and the sect's greater interests. Only then will he not let down this foundation our ancestors left us."
"Lie, did you hear that?"
"I heard. I won't dare do it again..."
After all that turmoil, Beishan Lie slumped limply to the ground. He had finally survived this calamity, but the unruly gleam in his eyes was gone, leaving him somewhat listless.
The illustrious Beishan Lie, one of the Northern Plains' finest Heavenly Prides, had saved his life, but he would probably never be able to hold his head up again. Before long, today's scene would spread throughout the Northern Plains and even farther afield, causing an even greater sensation than the news that he had attained Xiu Zun.
Everyone from the Third Peak felt thoroughly gratified. It had truly vented their anger. Each let out a deep, satisfying breath before putting away their Soul Soldiers and blades and descending this so-called Sect Heir Peak.
From then on, the Sect Heir Peak no longer stood high above everyone else in the Sword Sect. Instead, it became a laughingstock in private conversations. The Third Peak's reputation rose resoundingly. Who would dare provoke that band of ferocious brutes again?