Disciples of the Fiery Sect had always looked down on the disciples of Bitao Martial Academy; when the two teams met just now, they had sneered coldly, ridiculing Shen Yulin and the others as defeated subordinates.
However, their mockery was quickly stopped by Leng Han.
After realizing that Ge Feng's cultivation level had surpassed his own, Leng Han broke out in a cold sweat and quickly halted the Fiery Sect disciples from continuing their mockery of the Bitao Martial Academy disciples. He was secretly relieved that he hadn't uttered any insulting remarks to Ge Feng, for if he had angered Ge Feng, he might have suffered greatly.
Leng Han did not want to start a conflict with an opponent he might not be able to defeat before the Sect Conference began, lest it affect the Fiery Sect's performance at this Sect Conference.
The two teams from Fiery Sect and Bitao Martial Academy, one after the other, urged their Swiftwind Horses along the wide road, racing forward.