Seeing Xia Jun preparing to strike, Long Ao quickly stopped him.
"Brother Long."
"Brother Xia, just teach them a lesson. That's enough."
"Hmph. For Brother Long's sake, I'll let you two off for now. Remember this, and be more careful about who you cross in the future."
Watching the two terrors depart, the two Thunder Sect disciples remained kneeling, trembling in fear. They had no idea what had just happened; it was as if they had just taken a stroll through the Ghost Gate.
"When did the Young Sect Leader get a brother like that?"
"Wait... 'Brother Long'... That man just said his name is Long Ao. Could he be the same Long Ao who raised hell at the Ghost King Sect?"
At this thought, their faces filled with utter despair. They knew full well what it meant to offend the Young Sect Leader. Although their lives had been spared, any hope of earning the Sect's favor in the future was likely gone forever.
「On the rear mountain of Thunder Peak, inside a beautiful pavilion.」
