"Xuanqing, you old scoundrel! You… you're too shameless! He's the one with the Purple Vein—it should be his choice who he follows!"
Zuo Feng had just been whisked away when another, equally ancient voice rang out, its tone filled with indignation.
"Exactly! That's the rule. A Purple Vein! There are hardly any in the entire Southern Continent, and the few that have appeared were snatched up long ago by those other old scoundrels!"
Another ancient voice responded, his tone full of helplessness.
"To hell with rules! Might makes right. Why don't you go lecture those other old fiends about the rules, then? Hmph!"
The first voice, ancient and majestic, boomed out again, its tone domineering and absolute.
Eventually, the voices faded and were heard no more.
But at that moment, the entire Heavenly Sword Academy was deathly silent—so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
They were utterly stunned by the scene that had just unfolded.
