Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

"My fellow Daoist, I have already told you that you are not among the disciples reported by Lingyun Sword Sect to attend the meeting. Please go to the independent cultivator section to register." In front of the long table, the disciple of Yaoguang Sword Sect looked at the man in black with a frosty face in front of him, swallowed his saliva in fear, and gritted his teeth to explain again.

"Since I came here with them, I should be recorded together. Why bother doing this?" Ji Xiaowu's face was full of impatience. He raised his chin towards the disciple, then pointed at Luo Qinghe's name on the list and said, "Write it after her name."

"But you are not from Lingyun Sword Sect. According to past practice, you should be recorded as a casual cultivator..."

Although the disciple was somewhat afraid of his aura, he was in public and on Yaoguang Sword Sect's own territory. If he showed any fear, it would bring disgrace to the Yaoguang Sword Sect. Therefore, although he was somewhat frightened in his heart, he still puffed out his chest and argued with reason.

But he had just said half of his words when he suddenly felt the man opposite him gaining momentum. In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming pressure came towards him. He immediately felt a surge of blood and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Awu!"

"Friend Qi!"

Two exclamations rang out at the same time, one from Luo Qinghe who was beside Ji Xiaowu, and the other from the second elder who hurried over.

Ji Xiaowu turned his head and saw Luo Qinghe, with a pale face, suddenly grabbing his arm and looking at him in surprise. Then he suddenly came to his senses and put away his imposing aura.

The disciple suddenly felt his body relax, and quickly steadied himself. He covered his chest with his hands in fear, raised his face full of shock and anger, pointed a finger at Ji Xiaowu in disbelief and said, "You! Are you trying to cause trouble in Yaoguang Sword Sect?!"

His shout was so sharp that it immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him. A dozen disciples dressed in the uniforms of the Yaoguang Sword Sect surrounded Ji Xiaowu in the blink of an eye, and all looked at him with fear.

Cui Zhu said solemnly, "My fellow Daoist, I wonder how my disciples have offended you to make you so angry."

Feeling the knuckles of Luo Qinghe digging deeply into his arm, Ji Xiaowu pursed his lips, barely suppressing the impatience in his heart, took a deep breath and prepared to speak.

"It's all misunderstandings, all misunderstandings. This fellow Daoist Qi is an honored guest of our sect. He is used to being free and unrestrained. Although he has a cold temper, he has no ill intentions. I hope you won't be offended." Without waiting for Ji Xiaowu to speak, the second elder spoke up to smooth things over.

"No ill intentions? This disciple is just following the rules and hasn't said a single bad word. But he wants to use his cultivation to overwhelm others. Elder Bao, you'd better be careful with such distinguished guests." Cui Zhu obviously didn't believe what the second elder said. He still looked at Ji Xiaowu with vigilance.

Seeing his sarcastic look, Ji Xiaowu felt that the impatience that she had just tried hard to suppress was showing signs of awakening again. Just as she was about to speak, Luo Qinghe beside her suddenly let go of his hand, bowed deeply towards Cui Zhu and the disciple, her face full of guilt.

"Please calm down, Elder Cui and this senior brother. This fellow Daoist Qi is a casual cultivator. This is his first time attending such a grand event. It's all my fault that I didn't explain the rules to him clearly before, which led to a conflict between him and your sect's disciples. Qinghe would like to apologize to you all on his behalf."

After that, he took out a white jade bottle from his storage bag, handed it to the disciple with both hands, and said sincerely: "This bottle of nourishing spirit pill is our apology. Please don't despise it, brother."

Seeing her acting so servile for him, Ji Xiaowu's already tense face became even more gloomy. He wanted to lose his temper, but he endured it. He just lowered his head slightly in silence, as if he agreed to Luo Qinghe's words.