A Bet From Face Slapping Little Tornado

"Faction Leader Yue! Isn't it unbefitting for you to cover up for your son?" Su Dongrup said with displeasure.

Yue Changkong snorted and said indifferently, "Green Town Faction sent people to steal my Spiritual Stones secretly! How is this any nobler? This is like a pot calling a kettle black!"

"That's… Nothing! Oh, whatever!" Su Dongruo thought to himself, that Green Town Faction has nothing to do with the martial arts competition anymore. If they continued to fight, not only would there be no gain, it might even cause more trouble!

Su Dongruo kept quiet. Those on the observation deck with him pretended to have not heard their conversation.

Even the grand elder of Mount Shu Faction, Situ Hengfeng dared not make a sound.

How could they have any say before these powerful elites with Celestial cultivation?