"Ahem..."
"Hahaha..."
A grown man being carried along under someone's arm was truly comical. Many could not help laughing aloud, and a few even clutched their stomachs, laughing until tears came.
"Hahaha, hilarious..."
"How embarrassing. How has Kun Third Peak fallen this low!"
Mu Bai was mortified too. Even wearing Xuan Jingnian's face, he could not help blushing all the way down to his neck.
"Now, now, don't laugh, everyone. Martial Nephew Xuan may very well be the next master of the Third Peak..."
The Deliberation Hall envoy teased him, then tightened his grip fiercely and bounced Mu Bai under his arm a few times. Mu Bai let out a string of shrieks, making everyone laugh even harder.
"What are you laughing at! Which of you wasn't raised on milk after you were born? Or did you grow up eating shit!"
Wei Xianchun was imposing indeed. His sharp shout immediately silenced everyone. Though displeased, none dared make another sound.
And so, amid unbearable embarrassment and silence, Mu Bai was carried up Kunling Peak under the Deliberation Hall envoy's arm. Even years later, recalling this scene would leave him so embarrassed that he wanted to slap himself twice.
When they finally reached the summit, Mu Bai gave an awkward smile and cupped his hands in thanks. The Deliberation Hall envoy ignored him completely and strode straight into the hall. Having made a fool of himself, Mu Bai followed everyone inside, entering the central hall he had visited just earlier. The masters of the Seven Peaks and Eight Halls and a dozen or so elders sat in their respective rows, while behind the enormous stone Kunxiang statue sat Hundred Virtues Yuan Zun and Bai Chuan Yuan Zun, who was temporarily serving as Grand Elder.
Under those piercing gazes, Mu Bai felt thorns