By the time Gu Han arrived, he happened to see Zhou Ye and Wang Yong about ten zhang apart. One was surrounded by a swirling gray aura, radiating murderous intent, while the other with a faint white glow, wearing an unpleasant expression.0

Around them, the various cultivators had all scattered far away. When experts of this level fought, whoever got close would be in for a world of trouble.0

Gu Han appeared exasperated. “Both of you, we’re technically on the same side now. Are you sure you want to do this here?”0

Their expressions stiffened, and they each withdrew their imposing auras. They knew Feng Xi’s status all too well. If they started a full-blown fight here and words reached Zuo Yang and Yu Miao, there would certainly be unpleasant consequences.0

Zhou Ye’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s just a joke, don’t mind it, Fellow Daoist Wang. I never meant to harm you!”0

Wang Yong waved his hands repeatedly with an equally insincere smile. “Of course, of course! I was just...0