"Watch your skin" wasn't some empty threat you'd hear from squabbling women in the Mortal World.
In the Holy Blood Sect, idle boasts were not common.
If someone said they'd flay your skin, they would really flay it—not an inch less. If they said they'd tear out your bones, they would really tear them out—leaving even half a bone behind was a sign of incompetence.
If you made a boast you couldn't back up, you could forget about ever making it in the Sect.
Anyone could step on a coward.
The two Outer Disciples hesitated, frequently exchanging glances.
This stranger was at the Qi Cultivation Late Stage, so he probably wasn't an Outer Disciple. They were familiar with everyone from the Outer Sect.
But he didn't seem to be an Inner Disciple either, since he wasn't wearing their robes.
Besides, most Inner Disciples in the Holy Blood Sect were selected from disciples who had successfully reached Foundation Establishment.
