"Hua Qingyu!"
A faint smile curled up the corners of Feng Qing'an's mouth as he toyed with the key in his hand. He had earlier planned on making a scene, deciding that if they didn't want to include him in their play, then no one should get to play at all.
If he could catch them once, surely he could catch them twice. As for the disciples' powerful backgrounds, Feng Qing'an had long sought out Dong Huang's input on this matter.
Feng Qing'an had even somewhat anxiously wondered if capturing these elite would offend the influential sects backing them. All he had received in response were dumbfounded stares.
No matter how prudish the Immortal sects might be, there are limits. Unless some old codger standing on a higher ground disregards morality and rules to strike the young ones, their sects would only react if the young disciples are aggressively bullied.
