But that wasn't the end of harvest.
SHUA
A deep blue pulse of Humiliation mixed with sadness.
Perfect.
"I will end you," Jiang Feilong hissed, lightning flaring around him.
But just as he raised his hand—
"Stop," a cold voice rang out.
An Inner Sect Elder had arrived, her eyes sharp and narrow.
"Feilong, what are you doing?" she snapped.
"This worm insulted me!"
The elder gave Han Yu a once-over. "He's Outer Court. You're Inner Sect. Do you want to explain to the Sect Master why you blew up a junior in the middle of a public training session?"
Feilong clenched his jaw.
Han Yu, unfazed, offered a polite bow. "I apologize for my… honesty. It just slips out sometimes. Like air from a punctured spirit gourd."
"Get back to training. Both of you." The elder sighed. "An Han Yu, stop provoking others or you'll be brought to the discipline hall too.' she stated.
