In the grand hall, Elder Yang sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion and slowly stopped his lecture.
His sharp gaze fixed on the disciple who had suddenly stood up.
The commotion among the disciples below had actually all been noticed by him, but he had disregarded it, firstly because these cultivators from the Nanyang Sect were merely sitting in on a lesson.
After all, it was Elder Liu's command—to teach some basic knowledge and pay some respect to their faces was the proper etiquette.
Secondly, as an elder of the outer sect, what teachings to convey and when was it the turn of these disciples to chatter about it.
It was one thing for them to whisper among themselves.
But now, standing up and openly disrupting the lecture was simply disrespectful to his elders.
Elder Yang reached out to grasp the chastisement ruler, just about to expel the disciple from the hall, when suddenly he heard Tong Xin'chuan's response.
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