“Teacher, it’s nothing. It’s just that the disciples felt their hands itch and wanted to know the power of the other holy lands. That's why we decided to spar a bit.”

Xu Zhu slightly bowed with respect, and his eyes shined. Daoist Fu Qing was satisfied with his anger. Although everyone knew what had happened, if it was actually said out loud, it would be very different.

Everyone could see the grievances between the disciples among the various holy lands, but the battles among the younger generation didn’t matter. These battles wouldn’t change anything. Only the people at the top like them could make any real impact, and as long as they were still around, everything else was insignificant.

No one spoke up against Xu Zhu. Everyone here was an elite disciple, and none of them were stupid. Zhao Jiuge took a deep look at Ye Aotian and Xu Zhu. He remembered the two of them. Currently, Xu Zhu had a faint smile on his face and was completely different from before.

Fortunately, Jiulian’s group of four hadn’t suffered much; only Zhao Jiuge’s blood flow was a bit messy. He looked at Jian Wuxian and chose to remain silent. He hadn’t really suffered any losses,...