"Brother Han! Brother Han!"
"We're here!"
Between the Spirit Fields, Wang Da Niu and Lin Shihuang, each with a fine-tuned iron sword in hand, charged straight up to Han Ye. Taking a look around, they found no one's traces, the expressions on their faces shifting to one of puzzlement.
Wang Da Niu, with a caring look on his face, asked, "Brother Han, are you okay? We heard someone was giving you trouble here, so we hurried over."
"I am fine."
Hearing their words, Han Ye felt a little touched, but merely shook his head.
"They could do nothing to me, so they just fled."
"Being the senior disciple of the Outer Sect, Brother Han, it's natural that many people below you may not accept this. Especially considering this is Pure Yang Peak, where all are iron-blooded men, a place full of competition and struggle. Conflicts are nothing out of the ordinary. Just be cautious in the future, Brother Han."
