"Tch, what's that supposed to mean?" A sinister voice arose from the corner, "Do you know who he took down? That was the protector of the 'Holy Sect'!"
"What? The 'Holy Sect's' protector?!"
The teahouse immediately erupted into a buzz.
The words "Holy Sect" in the Cultivation Realm are akin to a forbidden presence.
"This Luo Qingchen, he's way too bold! To actually provoke the 'Holy Sect'!"
"Shh! Keep it down! You want to die?"
"What are you afraid of? No matter how powerful the 'Holy Sect' is, can they reach all the way to Qingshi City?"
"You can't say that... The 'Holy Sect's' influence spans the entire Cultivation Realm. Who knows if they have spies here?"
...
The chatter in the teahouse gradually lowered, and the atmosphere became somewhat oppressive.
Luo Qingchen was unaware that he had already become the center of a storm.
At this moment, he was in the backyard of the Luo Family, in closed-door cultivation.
