"Who?"
Hearing such an unfriendly voice, Tong Yuan's face changed, then he looked towards the doorway with a slightly grave expression, only to see a young swordsman, smiling as he appeared in their line of sight.
Even the elders of the Xuantian Sect were stunned at that moment, somewhat slow to react.
"Where did this milk-scented brat come from, daring to babble nonsense, prattling away? Everyone, is this how you discipline your disciples? Are you dissatisfied with me, deliberately letting this kid come here to cause trouble?" Tong Yuan saw that the newcomer was just a young man and his face grew even uglier, after which he huffed angrily.
"Master Tong, please do not misunderstand, we have no such intention."
