"Good, good, good."
"It seems you believe you've achieved something in cultivation now, Martial Nephew, and have forgotten all the nurturing and support the sect gave you."
Song Yan shook his head gently. "Naturally, I haven't forgotten the sect's nurturing. It's just-"
"The sect master's protection, harmony among fellow disciples, my master's guidance."
He looked at Yang Wenxuan in puzzlement. "What do any of those have to do with you?"
"You-" Yang Wenxuan's face darkened to the extreme, turning alternately livid and pale.
Before coming here, he had never imagined that a disciple who had only just reached Foundation Establishment would speak to him like this.
It was practically an outright rupture.
Back then, perhaps he should simply have killed him early on under the pretext of colluding with the Demonic Path!
Song Yan, however, thought little of it.
As his sword cultivation advanced, his thinking grew ever purer.
He did not fear Yang Wenxuan's retaliation. He was now in the Foundation Establishment Realm and had joined Demon-Exorcising Peak.
Want to act against me? Go ask the sect master's opinion.
Unfortunately, Yang Wenxuan would not attack him on Dragon Pool Mountain. Otherwise, he really would have liked to test whether his current strength could contend with a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm middle stage.
Song Yan remembered their old enmity perfectly clearly.
Yang Wenxuan's expression shifted for a while. Having gained nothing, he could ultimately only snort in anger and leave with a sweep of his sleeve.
Whether in the secular world or the cultivation world, there were far too many people like Yang Wenxuan.
Give them so much as a minor office, and they would abuse their authority for private gain, brandish a chicken feather as an imperial command, and consider themselves somebody important.
For Song Yan, cultivating