"Sorry, but the seats at the head are reserved for our Ou Family's patriarch, elders, and members of the Imperial Province Ou Family. Outsiders may only sit here in the guest seats," the Ou Family member who had brought Lin Jian and the others over said blandly. His tone was very level, but everyone could hear the disdain in it.
After all, they were a family of swordsmiths with a very long heritage. They had their own pride and confidence. So what if this was the Heavenly Sword Sect?
Lin Jian was furious, but when he tried to speak again, Old Lu ordered him to stand down.
Old Lu belonged to the Heavenly Sword Sect. He had already lost face once and had no desire to do so again.
"This is the Ou Family. Do they still think they're in the Heavenly Sword Sect?" Chen Xiangrong muttered softly.
Though Chen Xiangrong's voice was very low, everyone here was an expert. Naturally, they heard every word clearly.
Old Lu glanced at Chen Xiangrong, then told those behind him, "We'll sit here."
Once these people sat down beside him, Chu Wu did not remain standing either. He took the seat next to Old Lu. Chen Xiangrong sat on his other side, with Huang Xiao farther along.
"Chen Xiangrong, coming here is courting death. Not only will the True Dragon Sword have nothing to do with you, but you'll lose your life as well," Lin Jian said to Chen Xiangrong across several seats.
Chen Xiangrong lowered his eyelids and said mildly, "Even if I can't get it, that doesn't mean you will."
"Hmph!" Old Lu snorted coldly. Lin Jian shuddered and dared not make another sound.
He was only in the Peerless Realm, making him the weakest among them.
He knew his current