The hall fell silent amidst the Cultivator's angry curses. The Cultivators near him stared at the old man in horror, as if seeing him for the first time. Of course, some shot him looks of admiration, but far more were looks of mockery.
Monk Minghui, the target of the tirade, was utterly shocked. He seemed to have never imagined someone would publicly insult him like this. Under the gaze of over a thousand people, fury flared across his face. But just as he was about to erupt, the projection vanished. Along with his projection, Mingxin, who was beside him, also disappeared.
It must have been Mingxin who, seeing the situation spiral out of control, decisively cut off their projections. It was a wise decision. If Monk Minghui had actually started arguing with that Cultivator, he would have been the only one to lose out. The best solution was silence, even if silence was also quite humiliating.
"Well said!"
