How could an old Daoist possibly get involved in a women's fight?
He didn't dare to get truly rough, either.
In just a few moments, Weichen had been hit several times, and even his Daoist cap was knocked askew.
"This is infuriating!"
Weichen stomped his feet in anger from the sidelines. But after taking a sound beating, he didn't dare to interfere again.
All he could do was fume anxiously on the side.
This was the reputation of their Qingcheng Sect on the line.
If word got out that Emperor Zhao's women were fighting tooth and nail out of jealousy, wouldn't they become a laughingstock?
"Hey, Senior Brother, I'm going to have to get serious..."
"Are you crazy? Let them fight. As long as no one dies, just let them fight. Zhao Rui won't blame you."
"But... the reputation of our Qingcheng!"
"What reputation does Qingcheng have to lose? One is the Great Shang Witch Venerable, the other is a disciple of the Taishan Sect. What does this have to do with our Qingcheng Sect?"
"..."
