The words were not spoken loudly, but given the Boundaries of the Martial Artists present, everyone heard them clearly.
Their colleagues' strange gazes swept over to the speaker, a white-haired elder sitting in the farthest corner. He simply shook his head and said, "Please don't take offense. My words were not directed at you all."
After speaking, his gaze fixed intently on Xu Lai, making his target obvious.
"Elder Zou, what is the meaning of this!" Tan Chang frowned. The man he was addressing was a Ninth Grade Martial Ancestor, so his question had to be phrased respectfully.
"Nothing much. I just want to know if the kid you brought in has a high enough Boundary," Zou Qingsheng said indifferently.
"Elder Zou, I don't care what grudges exist between Jiangnan and Jiangbei. This is East Sea City. Please be mindful of your status and this location," Gao He, the president of the Martial Dao Association, stated coldly.
