NOVPUBHearing Bai Yaoyao’s words, Xu Zimei nodded slightly.
"If Young Master Xu is not busy, could you perhaps visit our home with the elder? My master and father both want to thank you," Bai Yaoyao quickly said.
"Forget it, it’s not a big deal. We are leaving tomorrow," Xu Zimei shook his head and said.
As the two were chatting, the final moments of the competition at the center of the square were unfolding.
Among the two youths fighting, the brawny youth let out a roar.
His muscles bulged tremendously, bursting through his short-sleeved top.
The brawny youth lifted his opponent above his head and threw him directly forward.
Seeing the man being thrown, the surrounding crowd gasped and quickly dodged to the sides.
Xu Zimei frowned slightly because the direction the brawny youth threw his opponent was right towards him.
With a wave of his right hand, spiritual energy halted the oncoming person mid-air.
The figure landed steadily on the ground, still shaken, he panted heavily and quickly thanked Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei nodded and then narrowed his eyes to look at the brawny youth.
He saw the opponent walking up with a self-satisfied face, grinning at Xu Zimei and saying, "I’m really sorry about that, I only used half my strength just now."
Xu Zimei was almost certain that the other party had done it on purpose.
But he didn’t know the man, and there had been no dealings between them, so why would he target him without reason?
"Miss Bai, you’re here too, huh? Did you come to watch our competition?"
Just then, a young disciple from the Mountain River Sect approached and smiled at Bai Yaoyao.
Bai Yaoyao nodded indifferently and said, "Young Master Song, my father asked me to inform Elder Qinghe.
If your sect is not in a hurry after the competition, he has prepared some food and drink at the residence to invite you all."
"No hurry, no hurry, tell City Lord Bai we will definitely accept the invitation," the young man said with a smile.
The way this Young Master Song looked at Bai Yaoyao, the affection in his eyes was almost undisguised, and probably anyone could see it clearly.
Xu Zimei thought for a moment; he had been joking and laughing with Bai Yaoyao just now.
And Young Master Song was a formal disciple of the Mountain River Sect, while the brawny youth beside him wanted to enter the Mountain River Sect.
Connecting these clues together, Xu Zimei began to understand.
Had he suffered an undeserved disaster?
"Kid, if you’re alright then let it be," the brawny youth said nonchalantly.
"Do you want to die?" Xu Zimei turned his head and asked flatly.
"This gentleman, he is now considered a disciple of our Mountain River Sect, and besides, you weren’t harmed. There’s no need for this,"
Young Master Song said with a light laugh.
"Miss Bai, I saved you earlier; shouldn’t you repay the favor?" Xu Zimei looked at Bai Yaoyao and said.
"Please give your command, sir," Bai Yaoyao replied with confusion.
"Kill him, and consider it as repaying my debt of saving your life. Then we will be even," Xu Zimei pointed at the brawny youth and said to Bai Yaoyao.
The brawny youth’s face slightly changed.
Bai Yaoyao slowly turned her head, looking at the brawny youth, her eyes calm as still water, it was unclear what she was pondering.
"Young Master Song," the brawny youth quickly turned to the youth with the surname Song, his face somewhat anxious.
The father of Bai Yaoyao was the lord of White Bone City, and her grandfather was the famed White Bone Heavenly Venerate.
Around White Bone City, the deterrence of White Bone Heavenly Venerate was even stronger than that of Vast Immortal Sect.
The Song surname youth forced a smile and looked at Bai Yaoyao, saying, "Miss Bai, this Wang He is now a disciple of Mountain River Sect.
He’s a disciple chosen by Elder Qinghe himself, you might do such a thing, but I fear your father wouldn’t agree.
For the sake of an outsider, to ruin the relationship between your White Bone City and Mountain River Sect, it’s not worth it."
"How I proceed, is not a concern for Young Master Song to worry about," Bai Yaoyao said indifferently.
Immediately after, with a wave of her right hand, the crowd parted, and a group of armor-clad city patrol soldiers rushed over.
"Miss," the man leading the group, dressed in black armor, greeted Bai Yaoyao respectfully.
"Take him, hand him over to Young Master Xu to handle," Bai Yaoyao said, looking up.
At this, the burly youth Wang He completely panicked. He cried out desperately, "Young Master Song, save me.
I did all this for you."
"What nonsense are you spouting," the Song surname youth’s face hardened, he snorted coldly.
The city patrol soldiers, without a word, surged forward and suppressed Wang He on the spot, capturing him before Xu Zimei.
"We have no grudges or grievances. Name the person who instructed you, and I might consider sparing you," Xu Zimei said to a panic-stricken Wang He, smiling.
"It was him, Young Master Song instructed me, he said to give you a warning," Faced with a life-and-death situation, Wang He, without a second thought, shouted out.
"Nonsense, Wang He, you want to drag me down with you even before your death," the youth with the Song surname’s complexion shifted slightly, he said sternly.
"Then I’ll give you a chance, kill him, and I assure you safe departure from White Bone City," Xu Zimei said, patting Wang He on the shoulder and chuckling.
Seeing the city patrol soldiers let him go, Wang He narrowed his eyes slightly and roared as he lunged at the Song surname youth.
"Wang He, have you lost your mind," the Song surname youth yelled anxiously.
Watching the two of them fight, Xu Zimei observed with interest from the side.
"This kind of ant-like struggle is not worth watching, they might as well be killed off," the Divine Emperor said from the side.
"You wouldn’t understand the joy of dogs biting dogs," Xu Zimei replied, shaking his head slightly.
At this moment, the Elder sitting in White Bone City’s throne stood up, paying attention to the situation here.
"What are you doing?" the Elder asked, frowning.
"Elder, this Wang He has gone mad, falsely accusing your disciple and trying to kill your disciple," the Song surname youth slammed his palm onto Wang He’s chest, retreating as he yelled.
"Enough," the robed Elder struck down with a palm. The might of the Emperor Pulse Realm circulated in his palm, suppressing both individuals in place.
"What’s the matter?" the robed Elder strode forward, asking displeased.
The Song surname youth quickly explained the general situation.
After listening, the Elder huffed coldly.
Looking at Bai Yaoyao he said, "Miss Bai, this matter involves my Mountain River Sect, your father and I need to discuss it. For now, please step back."
"What got into Elder Qinghe to be so furious?"
Just then, a loud laugh came from outside the square, and the crowd hastily made way.
A middle-aged man, followed by a group of soldiers, walked in.
This middle-aged man wore a white robe, which enshrouded his entire figure.
His complexion was extremely pale, almost delicate enough to break with a blow.
The shape of bones reflected on his face, as if he had no flesh and blood, only skin wrapped around bone.
There was also a man dressed in green following beside him.
