Chen Jinlong’s disdainful jeers triggered a round of uproarious laughter.

Only Li Moyun couldn’t laugh. How could someone Yuan Luoxi honored as a distinguished guest fail to even get through the House of Prosperity’s doors?

But then, he couldn’t be bothered to explain. When he received his father’s letter, he understood something.

The Blueriver Sword Manor inner sect elder, Zhou Huaiqiu, as well as inner sect disciples Ni Hao and Nan Ying, had already left Guangling City. However, they'd yet to return to the Cloudriver Prefectural Capital.

Nor had news of Su Yi’s recovery and victory at the Dragon’s Gate Banquet made it back to the sect.

Even now, no one in Blueriver Sword Manor knew that Su Yi was no longer the cultivation-less waste he’d once been!

If it were me, I wouldn’t spread the news either. The disciple the sect heartlessly abandoned recovered just a year later? How would the sect’s higher-ups feel if they knew?

Once water spills, it’s hard to gather back up!

And Ni Hao and Nan Ying naturally wouldn’t do anything to build Su Yi up at the cost of their own ambitions.

It was then that Nian Yunqiao’s long, narrow face sneered cruelly, and he snorted, “It seems Feng Xiaofeng still hasn’t learned his lesson. He ought to be grateful that...