Xu Linyun’s words had managed to cool Xiao Jianming’s anger; although he might not care too much about anything else, the words "sect master" did have some deterring power. Now that the Purple Mist Orchid had already been lost, his uncle’s influence within the sect wouldn’t be enough to provide for him to break into the Foundation Stage. Only the sect master had the ability to allocate a large amount of resources his way.
If he really killed the boy in a fit of pique, the sect master would most likely view him as someone who was unable to see the bigger picture. Even if his hopes of breaking into the Foundation Stage weren’t smothered completely, there would assuredly be punishment, perhaps in the form of delaying his opportunity by ten or twenty years. By then, he would be between forty and fifty years old, and he would no longer be considered as one of the most talented youths of the Chufung Kingdom.
