At Zhao Rui's behest, Daoist Yu immediately summoned one of his disciples and gave him a few instructions.
He then led the group toward the Martial Arts Arena outside the sect's mountain.
Along the way, aside from Lin Han, who wore a cold expression and remained silent, everyone else chatted calmly about the scenery of Qingcheng, as if completely unconcerned about what had just happened and what was about to happen.
Daoist Yu played along with their pleasantries, but he knew their thoughts were nowhere near as carefree as they appeared.
For one, Lin Han's intentions were glaringly obvious, and the others must have given their tacit approval.
After all, the influence a major, established sect wielded in its own territory was something no outside sect could match.
If Qingcheng showed signs of weakness, the other sects would naturally adjust their dealings with them accordingly in the future.
In the end, it was all about self-interest.
