The next day, when the early morning sun tore open the darkness, a new day arrived.  Everything was the same as usual and the world continued to run, but at the Mysterious Heaven Peak, today brought about something different.

Zhao Jiuge’s residence was still that simple and humble-looking wooden house.

In the courtyard, the ordinary-looking Leng Rufeng arrived in his blue sword robe as they had promised. His face still had a warm smile, and behind him were seven or eight youths of varying statures. There were actually a few Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators among them. Facing them was one youth with his aura withdrawn. It was Zhao Jiuge.

Leng Rufeng looked at Zhao Jiuge with a smile. Then he put his hands behind his back and gently said, “Brother Zhao, I heard you caused quite the ruckus yesterday. I heard things got pretty lively late last night.”

What had happened yesterday was quite big, and now both sides were incompatible like water and fire. Yesterday, Leng Rufeng and company were beaten, so they naturally would not just let this go. The disciples...