Illusive Formation

"But he's your junior disciple. Why do you let this happen, especially when it's an outsider doing the oppressing?" Li Chen inquired, facing Haung Lin.

Haung Lin smiled softly and straightened his sitting posture. "As a disciple of Autumn Haven's sect, he must be able to bear things like these on his own. That way, he'll grow faster and stronger than his peers." 

Having heard that, Feng Lanxi burst into laughter. Blood stained his teeth as he struggled to break out of Lu Bai's blatant suppression.

Li Chen could feel the pain and disappointment in Feng Lanxi's bitter laughter. 

"Is that so? Then what if I do the same to your sister? Would you let me make her stronger?" 

A sudden chill spread throughout the pavilion. The other core disciples, the big man and Liu Yue, felt bad and lowered their heads. Zhao Pan maintained a neutral facial expression, while those trained by clans displayed an ugly expression.