Chapter 3220: Picking a Fight

Ai Ran looked grave. Members of the Qingxuan Sect were either tense or furious, their eyes fixed on those who had spoken. The Kunpeng Mountain folks were seated at a few nearby tables. There were over a hundred of them, occupying seven or eight tables in the teahouse, noisily gathered together. Yet, all eyes were on the Qingxuan Sect, mocking them openly.

"What nonsense are you talking?" Nan Feng, who was young and hot-tempered, couldn't endure such sarcasm. He slammed the table and stood...