Fang You'an and the others tactfully filed out of the Mystic Ice Pavilion.
Oh my ancestors, were they really going to pass up such a huge piece of gossip without watching or listening?
At the same time, faint voices still drifted out from within the Mystic Ice Pavilion.
"Junior Sister, you..." Master Changchun wailed as though his parents had died. "Fine, fine, fine! I'll go with you! Junior Sister, be gentle."
Those words made Wang Shouzhe's eyebrows twitch wildly. Those were some ferocious tiger-and-wolf words.
It seemed that the relationship between Master Changchun and Master Binglan truly was anything but ordinary.
Seeing Wang Shouzhe's eyes rolling around, Ancestor Longyan hurriedly pulled him farther away and warned him in a low voice, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Master's inner chamber is an entire space of mystic ice. She normally cultivates inside it. It isn't what you're imagining..."
"Uh, well... before you explained it, Ancestor, I honestly hadn't imagined it to that extent."
But now, he really was starting to imagine things.
Fang You'an was sweating profusely as well, and hurriedly intervened. "Junior Brother Mingyu, why don't you escort Junior Brother Shouzhe out?"
As a personal disciple, he knew some of the inside story.
The two indeed had a deep tangle of grudges and affections, but it was not as indecent as Wang Shouzhe had imagined.
If Wang Shouzhe stayed any longer, the more they tried to explain, the darker it would become.
At the same time.
Beside the arena in the Mystic Ice Hall plaza, Wang Zongsheng and Yuwen Jianye were surrounded by a group of older disciples rubbing their fists and flexing their palms.
They were all in their thirties, forties, or fifties, and even the weakest among them was at the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Realm.