Ye Gucheng gave his folding fan a light shake, a hypocritical smile plastered across his face. "I have long heard that the Xiaoyao Sect abounds with exceptional talent. Having seen it for myself today, it is indeed well-deserved. I only wonder if Sect Leader Qin and Elder Yin might care to exchange a few pointers with me, so that I might witness the peerless arts of the Xiaoyao Sect firsthand?" His tone seemed polite, but it harbored a hidden provocation. The surrounding disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect all sensed his hostility; one after another, they tightened their grips on their weapons and glared at him with furious eyes.
Qin Zhizhi and Yin Sichen naturally understood that he meant no good, but they were not the sort to yield easily. Yin Sichen stepped forward and said coldly, "Young Master Ye has come a long way, so of course we welcome you. As for sparring, however, is that truly necessary? Our Xiaoyao Sect has little fondness for strife."
"Elder Yin is quite mistaken," Ye Gucheng replied, closing his fan as his tone grew sharp. "In the Immortal Cultivation World, martial prowess is supreme. If one is too cowardly even to exchange pointers, would that not make a mockery of the entire Immortal Cultivation World?"
Chapter 39