"There were reasons for it?" the red-shirted man was vexed upon hearing Jian Wufeng's explanation. "Regardless of the reason, we should never have made the Seven Star Dao Palace our enemy. I have repeatedly cautioned you to be tolerant when outside."
The red-shirted fatty's name was Jian Buyi. He was much older than Jian Wufeng and was rather dissatisfied with the trouble Jian Wufeng had stirred. He knew Jian Wufeng's temper. He was a straightforward and stubborn person, which made it easy for him to offend others.
At that moment, Yi Yun took the initiative to step forward and say, "Senior Wufeng had exchanged blows with the Seven Star Dao Palace because of me."
"You?"
Jian Buyi looked at Yi Yun and was dumbfounded. Who was this punk?
"I'm Yi Yun."
Yi Yun was facing people from the Clarity Pool Sword Sect after all. Since Jian Wufeng had saved his life, he was rather respectful to the Clarity Pool Sword Sect.
