Gua Wenquan panted a few heavy breaths, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire. He pointed directly at Yan Feibei and said, "Good, good, Yan Feibei! Just you wait, today's matter is not over, we'll see about that."
Having said that, he stimulated his Battle Qi, turned into a streak of purple light, and left with a belly full of anger.
The people who came with him barely said a few words to Yan Feibei and slunk away dejectedly.
Watching their departing backs, Yan Feibei muttered, "It seems trying to settle things peacefully won't work. Elder Dao, Elder Zhu, for the upcoming disciples' competition, we can't let them act alone. We must have someone spectate from below the stage to protect them."
"Acting Sect Master, is it really that serious? The Divination Sect shouldn't..."
Zi Zhu was slightly taken aback, then frowned.
Yan Feibei shook his head, "Regardless of what the other side plans to do, we should be prepared. Have you forgotten how they dealt with the Dao Sect before?"
