Elder Mu gave him a disdainful glance. "I've already heard from the disciples of the other four branches! You little rascal, trying to frame your peers, but you accidentally slipped into the secret room of the third level! You're not even worthy of tying Lin Xiao's shoes!"
"Elder Mu, you..." Ye Chen's face alternated between pale and flush, both humiliated and angry.
Now, he could even accept being neglected by others, but he would never allow anyone to compare him to Lin Xiao! A fierce intent to kill was quietly spreading in his heart.
"You are a disciple of Yuanyi, that good-natured old fellow, so I won't make things difficult for you." Elder Mu waved his hand, rejuvenating the glow of the teleportation portal. "Get lost! I don't want to see you again!"
"Alright, thank you, Elder!" Ye Chen gritted his teeth and was about to leave when he noticed the sword casting furnace nearby.
What is this? he wondered.
