At the First Peak, outside the Great Hall of the Sword Sect.
Li Xiaobai tucked Ji Wuqing into his arms. Inside the sect, he was protected by major figures, but once outside, many powerful beings would likely target him. Given his Earth Immortal Realm's defensive power, it wasn't enough to walk unhindered, and bringing along the little yellow chicken was like having an extra, undying technique.
The hall inside was very noisy, and the sound of quarreling even drifted outside.
"Ying Diao, one shouldn't be too immoral. In the past two years, your Sword Sect has grown large, monopolizing many resources, already causing dissatisfaction among the surrounding sects. If you plan to stand by and watch the fire from across the river, I'll be the first to disagree,"
"Indeed, how many resources have fallen into the mouth of your Sword Sect in the past two years, we don't need to remind you. This time, the Sword Sect must bleed a bit,"