Those beside the silver-robed youth shook their heads too.

Earlier, they felt displeased over the way Su ignored them, but now, they couldn’t be bothered to pursue the matter.

This was a pitifully ignorant fool; holding him accountable would only lower their statuses.

Qiu Hengkong sighed to himself, then attempted to comfort Su Yi via transmission. “Fellow Daoist, don’t let that self-conceited bunch anger you. It’s not worth it.”

Su Yi smiled but said nothing.

They were little more than flies buzzing about his head. How could he possibly concern himself with them? They simply weren’t qualified to make him angry.

Su Yi put his hands behind his back, then said to Yuan Heng and Bai Wenqing, “Let’s go.”

When they saw that Su Yi dared not respond to their taunts and that he seemed in a hurry to leave, the silver-robed youth felt increasingly fearless.

He shook his head and sighed, then turned to Qiu Hengkong and suggested, “Junior Apprentice Brother Qiu, I have to say that you really were incautious to choose someone like this as a friend. If you ask me, you’d best draw a line between the two of you. After all, you’re now an outer sect disciple of the Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect. How could you possibly associate with such a person?”

Qiu Hengkong’s expression instantly grew unsightly. A moment later, he took a deep breath and said...