Lu Jingqi, tired of dealing with Xue Haoling, just wanted to rest and immediately reached for her Qiankun Bag.
But as she touched it, it was empty!
"Ah! How did my Qiankun Bag disappear?" Lu Jingqi exclaimed anxiously. "It must have been stolen by the cultivators from the Canglan Academy!"
A worried expression appeared on Lu Jinglin's face as well. "Shall we go confront them?"
Lu Jingqi nodded. "It must be them! Otherwise, there's no way my Qiankun Bag would have mysteriously vanished!"
Xiao Lanmei, indifferently, glanced at Lu Jingqi and the others, and directly paid for the accommodation. He said, "You have no evidence. Even if you go, it will only bring shame upon yourselves."
As he finished speaking, Xiao Lanmei didn't pay any attention to the group and went straight to the second floor of the inn.
He never liked trouble, but trouble always seemed to follow Lu Jingqi wherever she went. He had no intention of continuing to indulge in their nonsense.
Seeing Xiao Lanmei's actions, Lu Jingqi's expression turned ugly. Xiao Lanmei clearly had no intention of dealing with them.
"Sister!" Lu Jingqi stomped her foot angrily. "This is infuriating!"
Lu Jinglin's eyes filled with helplessness. "Jingqi, we can only endure."
If Xiao Lanmei had accompanied them, perhaps they would still have some chance of success. But Xiao Lanmei had made his stance clear, and going to confront them would be utterly meaningless.
Regardless of their lack of skill in verbal arguments compared to the white-clad woman and the woman in the purple dress, fighting... they might not necessarily win!
Lu Jingqi understood Lu Jinglin's meaning, but she couldn't swallow this anger. It made her furious!
"I will definitely kill them! Otherwise, I can't resolve this hatred in my heart!"
Xue Haoling's face turned pale. He had never suffered such a big loss before!
During this trip, he had brought a considerable amount of wealth. The Qingxiao Kingdom was a large country, and rare items in the imperial city were definitely not in short supply.
He had originally planned to buy some cultivation resources or rare items in the imperial city. But now, even before reaching the city, his Qiankun Bag had already gone missing. What could he do?
Just the thought of it made him hate the cultivators from the Canglan Academy to the extreme!
...
Lu Huaiyan and Fu Hongbo stood together, looking at the two middle-aged men on the other side. The atmosphere was somewhat tense.
"I never expected that even after ten years, the Canglan Academy hasn't made any progress. Their students still resort to such despicable means, tearing a woman's clothes. Such methods... are truly shameful," the middle-aged man in silver robes said disdainfully.
"Mo Xinghai, your students lost, that's all. Your attempts to justify their actions are lacking in dignity," Lu Huaiyan replied indifferently.
Lu Huaiyan didn't care about the other's mocking words. Cultivators only judged success or failure, the process itself... was not important!
"This can't be considered as our loss. At most, we are slightly inferior to you in these despicable methods," Duan Yingwu said coldly.
Fu Hongbo sneered. "Duan Yingwu, you've been a mentor at the North Sea Academy for so many years, and you haven't changed at all."
"Our students' methods are despicable? We engage in direct confrontations. Compared to your students, who only know how to bully ordinary people, I wonder how many times better ours are, as the streets and alleys are filled with praises for our Canglan Academy students?"
Fu Hongbo's mouth curled up in a mocking smile. As mentors from two different academies, they had long held grudges against each other.