Their youthful vigor had long been simmering with rage after being mocked by the disciples of the Sever Gold Sect.
Now that they had a chance to strike back, their eyes gleamed with cold menace.
In the distance, Elder Xun paused in surprise.
He had just praised Mo Hua inwardly for his "restraint," but in the blink of an eye, they were carrying axes, knives, and swords, ready to "pick a fight."
Some even went as far as poisoning their Spiritual Artifacts.
This kind of treacherous method... who taught them this?
Elder Xun shook his head.
Looks like a real conflict is inevitable now. Ignoring it would no longer work.
Nonetheless, he had made up his mind.
If Mo Hua and his group won, he'd watch from the sidelines.
If Mo Hua and his group lost, he'd step in to tilt the odds.
After all, he was an elder, and an elder must maintain their "demeanor"...
Elder Xun silently started moving, trailing after Mo Hua and his group.
