Elder Zhu Zhijing was a little puzzled to see that Chu Qingyun hadn't drawn his sword. Still, he gently raised his hand, preparing to receive Chu Qingyun's punch.
BANG!
The fist and palm collided, creating a massive sound.
The surrounding air was shaken, sending out ripples like waves on water.
However, despite the huge commotion, Zhu Zhijing's hand only shook slightly. His body didn't move an inch as he took Chu Qingyun's full-powered punch.
However, a moment later, Zhu Zhijing suddenly burst out laughing. "Hahaha, good! Chu Qingyun, you may leave for now. Later, you will come with me to the Celestial Sword Sect's Withered Wood Forest!"
"This disciple takes his leave."
After speaking, Chu Qingyun cupped his fist in salute to the other Elders, then turned and left the great hall.
"What's going on? Why aren't you dissuading him anymore?"
"Old Zhu, what are you up to now?"
