Chu Yi was immensely grateful for Old Man Zhuge's outspoken support.
This old guy—there was still a score to settle between Chu Yi and him—but now wasn't the time. The priority was handling the competition.
As expected, the spectators were stirred up.
"Exactly, it's just a little money. The Zhengyang Sect is really that stingy? That disciple is so loyal, shouldn't he be commended?"
"Well, from the Zhengyang Sect leader's perspective, the kid caused him trouble."
"What sort of nonsense is that? If the sneak attack had succeeded, he would absolutely be a hero for Zhengyang Sect!"
Amidst the debates, Gongsun Zhi from Qingyun Sect stepped forward.
"Old Man Zhuge was right. Asking for medical expenses is entirely reasonable."
The relationship between Qingyun Sect and Zhengyang Sect these past few years had been rather… delicate.
On the surface, things seemed cordial, but in reality, both sides were vying to be the leading sect among the factions.
