The gossiping disciples huddled closer as they stared at Mo Cheng.
"Isn't that the succeeding disciple of the Sword Bearer's division? I've heard he was the star of the sect up until a few months ago. I do wonder how a person like that became so famous. What a spiteful tongue!" The Healer's Peak Disciple whispered in her friend's ear conspiratorially.
"How unbecoming of a succeeding disciple to lose his temperament. Our division's 'respectable' successor must have gotten jealous because Senior Qingyue holds a higher position than him."
The Sword Bearer's Disciple whispered back to her friend as the three female disciples eyed Mo Cheng with derision and disbelief.
Mo Jing lowered his head in embarrassment as he hurriedly stepped closer to his brother. He always hated it when Mo Cheng started behaving this way.
