"Do you have a grudge against Luo Cheng?"
Chen Xuan stared at Sun Yingyang, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
Although sect disciples often clashed, sometimes resulting in casualties, cultivating martial arts was inherently brutal—growth was born of competition.
For years, the two sects maintained mutual understanding, allowing disputes between disciples to be resolved among themselves.
Otherwise, if elders intervened after every conflict, the sects would have long been at war.
This time, Sun Yingyang personally stepping forward undoubtedly broke the rules!
Yu Yue had been injured by Sun Chuanwu, and the Fifth Elder, still simmering with anger, glared daggers at Sun Yingyang:
