Chen Jun's tirade left the others speechless, as if they'd been choked.
Just as the atmosphere grew awkward, another loud noise echoed.
"PFFFT—"
This was clearly another blast of powerful Soul Gate Sword Qi.
But the sound didn't come from Chen Jun, who was still in the middle of his... eruption.
It came from the Sword Cultivator who had just been the loudest in lecturing Chen Jun about the bigger picture.
This man was another of the Seven Extremes Sword: Zhang Changchun, the Cyan Light Sword.
The others all turned to stare at him, their expressions utterly bewildered.
No one spoke, but the meaning in their gazes was obvious.
It was one thing for a hot-tempered guy like Chen Jun, who never cared much for rules, to do something so absurd.
'But you, Zhang Changchun, you're always so calm and composed. Why are you joining him in this farce?'
"Uh… I… It wasn't…"
Stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Zhang Changchun wanted to explain but didn't know where to start.
