After a brief daze, the middle-aged man laughed bitterly.

He was worried that Su Yi’s excellence would draw others’ envy, and he sealed off word of the duel on Cloudcome Lake to protect him.

Who’d have thought that Su Yi wasn’t the least bit concerned, or that he was actually eager for the Qingyi Dao Sect’s Daoist Masters Lei Feng and Ting He to come knocking on his door…?

“Fellow Daoist, the Orchid Terrace Dharma Assembly begins in nine days. Dark currents are flowing beneath the surface of Nine Tripod City. Who knows how many experts have come for this event?” Weng Jiu couldn’t help but warn him, “When the time comes, it really won’t do to cause any further disturbances.”

Su Yi glanced at Weng Jiu. “Do I seem like the type to cause a disturbance?”

Weng Jiu shook his head. “You don’t.”

Su Yi laughed. “I’m just waiting for other people to come looking for me; I never said I’d go looking for them. Even if there’s a disturbance, they’re to blame for throwing their lives away, don’t you think?”

Weng Jiu was at a loss for words, but his master was finally starting to understand. Su Yi wasn’t afraid of anything; that was why he was so confident.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the general populace, the duel...