As Wang Sheng sat down, Qing Yanzi pulled out a bottle of alchemical pills and walked into the arena to deliver an official apology from the Hua Republic to the older, somewhat disheveled cultivators of Sakura Island. 0

"I apologize, everyone. Please don’t take it to heart; youngsters these days just don't know any better. Clearly, my disciple lacked restraint in his strikes. Due to his lack of understanding of worldly affairs, that sword maniac went overboard with his attacks. He didn't hurt you too badly, did he? Your injuries don’t look serious, at least. One of my Overnight Vitality-Restoring Pills will heal it overnight.”0

The young female interpreter walking beside Qing Yanzi couldn't help but secretly roll her eyes, but as a professional, she still interpreted with vivid expression and sincerity. When it came to rubbing salt in wounds, Wang Sheng still had a long way to go compared to his master.0

The venue quickly became a bit chaotic, with people slowly settling down. Yet the gazes focused on Wang Sheng never wavered.0

The five young representatives from the Hua Republic sat upright with immaculate posture. Once Wang Sheng had...0