Live Strong in the Wilderness

"Is this Ye Fan crazy, coming out to say such things at this time? Does he really not respect our Palace Master?"

"Everyone, aren’t you curious about that young master’s identity, for our Saintess to make tea for him? Isn’t this too arrogant?"

"Arrogant, do you think it’s arrogance? Do you not know how high our Saintess’s standards are, how proud her heart is? If we offend that young master, our entire Wuxu Palace will be in trouble."

"It can’t be, can it? We are Wuxu Palace after all. Could he really be that powerful?"

"Exactly, even other Holy Land Sect Leaders aren’t as esteemed!"

One direct disciple after another looked at Ye Fan as if watching a monkey.

Though Ye Fan has risen rapidly in recent years, all of these direct disciples are geniuses, with extraordinary strength.

Ye Fan has yet to show the strength that would command their respect, so they look at him with disdain.

People from other Holy Lands also looked at Ye Fan with some curiosity.

After all, this is an internal affair of Wuxu Palace, and they are not in a position to interfere or even comment on it.

What they are curious about is the person who could make Wuxu Palace’s Saintess willingly kneel and make tea.

Even the previous Palace Master did not have the right to have the Saintess kneel to make tea, did he?

So, what kind of identity would allow such a proud Saintess to willingly kneel like a maid and make tea?

In fact, Gu Qinglian also knew what kind of sensation her kneeling would cause.

However, she did it anyway.

Because she knew what kind of power Xu Yi truly possessed.

In Xu Yi, one man, could indeed destroy the entire Wuxu Palace.

With such power, what is wrong with making a cup of tea?

Kneeling, she was not kneeling to Xu Yi.

She had also made tea for her father this way, so she didn’t feel much burden in her heart.

"Today is our Wuxu Palace’s ancestral ceremony, and at this time, you say you want to abandon your identity with Wuxu Palace?"

Gu Mingli, who had just sat down, spoke, and as he spoke, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Those nearby felt a terrifying chill rise from their backs.

Not only them, but that night, Ye Fan also felt this chill.

So, cold sweat immediately broke out on his back.

At this moment, he could not retreat.

If he took a step back, it would mean his death without a burial place.

He had already offended the entire Wuxu Palace. If he wanted safety, he could only rely on other Holy Lands.

"Yes, even the Saintess of Wuxu Palace can be pushed into the fire pit. If Wuxu Palace encounters anything, we ordinary disciples might just become cannon fodder..."

Ye Fan, when saying these words, presented a demeanor of solemn righteousness, but his gaze remained fixed on Gu Qinglian who was kneeling down serving tea.

Clearly, he was speaking up for Gu Qinglian.

In the entire Wuxu Palace, he was the only one who stood up to question.

For the other disciples, they all admired Ye Fan’s courage.

After all, Gu Qinglian is the Saintess of Wuxu Palace, their dream girl.

Seeing her kneeling beside a stranger, they were also furious.

However, they did not have the courage to stand up.

This is the ancestral ceremony, something extremely serious.

Standing up is as good as signing one’s own death warrant.

Thus, in the eyes of the male Inner Sect disciples, Ye Fan is absolutely a hero.

At the same time, they think Ye Fan’s words are not wrong at all.

Everyone knows Gu Qinglian is Gu Mingli’s daughter, and a father who lets his daughter serve tea like a humble maid, privately, would he not go further...

If his own daughter can be sacrificed, when Wuxu Palace faces a crisis, what else can we ordinary Inner Sect disciples become other than cannon fodder?

Can you really count on such a Palace Master to protect you?

"Very well, then I’ll grant you your wish. Your cultivation was gained from Wuxu Palace, so I’ll take it back." Saying this, Gu Mingli prepared to make a move.

Of course, he didn’t intend to cripple Ye Fan’s cultivation but to end his life.

Offending Xu Yi, he absolutely deserves to die.

If, by any chance, Xu Yi was displeased and attacked Wuxu Palace, wouldn’t countless people be dragged to hell by Ye Fan?

At this moment, someone suddenly spoke up.

"Master Gu, who is this young talent that Qinglian would make tea for him? Won’t you introduce us?"

His words reflected the curiosity of the people from the other Holy Lands.

After all, Gu Qinglian’s attitude was too strange, as was Gu Mingli’s.

So they very much wanted to know what kind of background Xu Yi had.

"It’s inconvenient for me to disclose the origins of Young Master Xu, please forgive me." Saying this, Gu Mingli stood up and gave Xu Yi a bow.

Regrettably, Xu Yi seemed not to notice, continuing to talk with Gu Qinglian.

As for what they were saying, no one could hear.

By watching their lip movements, it was also impossible to understand what they were saying.

After all, Xu Yi and Gu Qinglian were speaking in Divine Words.

Divine Words, actually very few learn. Although it is simple, it is only taught to Saintesses and Saint Heirs of the various Holy Lands.

Furthermore, they usually wouldn’t quickly realize that the two were speaking in Divine Words.

However, at this time, a veiled woman next to Chang Sheng suddenly stood up.

"Young Master Xu, Tian Yuezi would like to say a few words to Sister Qinglian, please grant your permission." At Tian Yuezi’s words, everyone was dumbfounded.