The expression on his face seemed to be about an unpleasant matter, full of struggle.
"Senior Brother, I am truly not cut out for practicing the Sword Dao."
No matter how Xie Changle pleaded, Chen Yi remained silent.
He had been teaching the Sword Dao to his fellow disciples on Sword Edge Mountain for many years, and had ways to deal with disobedient peers.
However, he was more eager to understand why Xie Changle despised the Sword Dao so much.
Just then, Li Qingzhou's voice sounded in Chen Yi's ear.
"Come to the back mountain, the sect has arranged a place for seclusion."
After replying via sound transmission, Chen Yi looked at the Martial Arts Arena and called out, "Senior Brother Changle, stop."
"Thank you, Junior Brother. You are magnanimous. I have nothing to repay you with, but I will surely serve you like an ox or a horse in the future," Xie Changle said joyously.
Chen Yi waved to Hua Youxiang and asked, "Senior Brother Changle, you don't like the Sword Dao?"