Xiahou Chi felt discontented, frustrated, and unwilling to accept the situation, but he was powerless to change it.
Because he was not a local...
"Enough."
Just as Wang Qizheng was about to continue beating, Gao Sishu suddenly emerged from the ground, "Second Senior Brother has something to say about cultivation, pertaining to these junior brothers."
With that, he deliberately glanced at Xiahou Chi, conveying a message that was easy to understand; it seemed he didn't want them to know.
"Ah? Matters of cultivation? What kind of nonsense can that guy have to say?" Wang Qizheng's first reaction was one of contempt.
He thought he was the Big Senior Brother.
But with this interruption, he also lost the heart to continue beating people, glanced at the prostrate newcomers on the ground, and then, shrouded in a layer of murky haze, he prepared to dash upwards.
"Below." At that moment, Gao Sishu intervened, "It's below."
