It was only a matter of time before the whirlwind Han Yu stirred up reached the ears of the people who really mattered.
Murong Xie, seated in the quiet elegance of the Azure Willow Pavilion, frowned over the growing list of complaints. This was the personal residence granted him by the elders for his high talent, something only a few worthy disciples ever got even if they were Inner Court Disciples.
And Murong Xie was only in the Outer Court still. This just showed how much of an impact he had made on the elders and how much they liked him.
But Murong Xie was a man of few words, refined taste, and an almost pathological disdain for disorder having grown up as the prodigy and heir of a cultivation clan.
"This disciple slipped during cultivation and fractured three fingers."
"This one claims someone left frog skins in his meditation mat."
"This one's spirit beast refuses to obey unless spoken to in croaks."
