In the capital, Fang Yuan and Gu Tianqing were walking side by side on the streets.
"Sigh, Senior, you were too impulsive this time."
Gu Tianqing clasped his hands behind his head and walked slowly. "Didn't you say that we're here to befriend the Tianxiang Sect? Now, we're already quarreling."
"With that Han Qian Luo's character, it is impossible not to quarrel."
"What should we do? The Tianxiang Sect is not weak, if they stab us in the back, we will not be able to bear the responsibility."
"Don't worry, these are all Tianxiang Sect's juniors, they cannot make decisions."
"That may be the case... but I am a little worried... sigh, why would the Tianxiang Sect send such disciples to participate in the Gu Dao convention? If they cannot get along with others, aren't they afraid of making enemies everywhere?"
"These ten people are the most talented ones in the Tianxiang Sect."
