After leaving the main hall, Xiao Yi walked back to the rear mountain, contemplating.
He didn't quite understand why the elders had such a strong reaction to his going to the Eighteen Cities of the Eastern Desolate.
He could guess it was because he had displayed a True Qi Vortex of five hundred zhang during the battle with the ten chief disciples of the Inner Sect.
But even if his talents were exceptional, he was only a genius after all.
It was proper for him to be valued by the senior members of his Sect.
But the way the nine elders all fixated on Nie Rushan like they did earlier seemed a bit excessive.
Xiao Yi shook his head, unable to grasp the reason and too lazy to ponder it further.
It was still morning.
The battle with the ten chief disciples of the Inner Sect had started in the morning, but it hadn't lasted long.
There was still a lot of time before the Great Elder would make the decision tonight.
