"Understood, he is a disciple of Sage Qingjue, right?"
Ye Tiande looked coldly at Sage Qingjue.
This was the only explanation that could fully explain why Sage Qingjue would intervene.
"My disciple?"
Sage Qingjue shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "I'm just a mere cultivator at the fifteenth level of Qi Cultivation. How could I have the merit or ability to be his master."
"A mere cultivator at the fifteenth level of Qi Cultivation? Old Daoist Fellow Qingjue, you've lived so long, your brain must have rusted!"
"Sect Master Ye, I advise you to calm down this incident quickly, otherwise the consequences are beyond what you can bear, even your Xuantian Sect cannot bear them."
Sage Qingjue was no longer as relaxed and casual as usual.
As he spoke these words, a cold aura spread out from within him.
Everyone present felt a chill down their spine.
