"This is the Hall Master of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, Wu Feng," Bai Qinan immediately introduced.
The sect master wearing the black veil nodded, but did not say anything. She did not respond to the greeting.
Wu Feng was a little embarrassed. He did not expect the sect master of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect to be so cold. Or was it that a mere hall master like him was not worthy of her attention?
Wu Feng walked over and found that the Sword Nuns, who were also Hall Masters, were all staring at him.
Wu Feng was over thirty years old. He was not confident enough to think that they had taken a liking to him.
They most likely wanted to compete with him. It was rare for a Hall Master of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect to come to their mountain. These Sword Masters who were obsessed with the Way of the Sword were probably eager to welcome him with their swords.
There seemed to be another very important reason.
They really did not welcome men here.
Miss Nan Lingsha, who had arrived first, sat under a white umbrella. Fragrant fruits and wine were placed in front of her. There was also a female disciple serving her.
Haoye did not receive such good treatment. He basically sat outside. The wind blew and the sun shone. There was only a simple cup of water in front of him. There was nothing else.
Wu Feng looked at his seat. It was indeed a praying mat. It was the kind where hens could hatch eggs on it.
Was the difference between men and women really that great?
Haoye did not seem to be a person who cared about trifles. As a wanderer, he often slept in run-down temples. He was already very satisfied with the treatment here. However, Wu Feng was not used to it.
He reluctantly sat on the praying mat. The sunlight shone into his eyes. It was unbearable.
… …
After a while, the female disciple Shao Ying ascended the mountain.
Bai Qinan gave a simple introduction. As expected, the Hall Masters and elders all showed some hospitality. They personally invited Shao Ying to the elegant white tent with Nan Lingsha. The female disciples of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect waited respectfully.
Shao Ying's seniority was low, and her strength was not high. She was just there to make up the numbers. When she saw Senior Brother Haoye and Martial Uncle Wu Feng, who were much more powerful than her, sitting pitifully in a corner, she immediately felt uncomfortable.
Wu Feng sighed softly. He waved his hand, indicating for Shao Ying to do as the Romans do. After all, they were in someone else's territory. Their entire country was like this … …
Not long after, Yun Zhonghe walked over.
Bai Qinan didn't even make an introduction. The elders and hall masters of the Mount Ning Sword Sect were even less interested.
Yun Zhonghe was confused. Then, he was arranged to sit next to Wu Feng. He was also given a futon, so he could sit however he liked. The sun was at its hottest. Even though it was autumn, the heat was still uncomfortable.
Yun Zhonghe was angry, but he did not dare to say anything.
"Martial Uncle, we've traveled thousands of miles to reach the capital. Not only did they ignore us for a few days, but now that we're finally able to climb the mountain, they don't take us seriously at all?" Yun Zhonghe lowered his voice and complained to Wu Feng.
"It's not that they don't care about us at all. Look at Shao Ying, isn't she treating us with great hospitality?" Wu Feng said helplessly.
Yun Zhonghe was speechless.
So, just because they were men?
Now that he was here, he wasn't even given a sip of water?
It was a hot day, and Yun Zhonghe's hands and feet were cold. He was so angry that his whole body was trembling.
When will men be able to stand up in this country?
…
They waited for almost an hour.
The people of the Mount Ning Sword Sect did not say a word. It was as if they disdained to communicate with the people of the Mount Ning Sword Sect as long as they did not climb the mountain.
"Could Zhu Minglang have gotten lost?" Yun Zhonghe said.
"He doesn't have the cultivation of a Swordsman. It might be a little difficult for him to read the sword manual. Let's wait a little longer," Wu Feng said calmly.
Just as they were speaking, Zhu Minglang walked up the stairs of the mountain plateau. He glanced at the formation of the Xuan Mountain Sword Sect. Even though they were all women, and were pleasing to the eye, but there was a cold air about them that kept people away, and it made people feel uncomfortable.
"Everyone's here," Bai Qinan said.
Miss Xing Hua did not climb the mountain. Instead, she waited with Fang Niannian in the capital.
Considering the possibility of stealing the ancient lamp jade, it was better for the sister-in-law of a prophet who did not have the ability to protect herself to not take the risk.
"Please take a seat." A female sword girl who was wrapped up from head to toe walked over, guiding Zhu Minglang to a simple praying mat under the sun.
Zhu Minglang walked straight to the beautiful white canopy and sat beside Nan Lingsha. He took a bunch of his favorite grapes and did not treat himself as a guest at all.
"Our rule is that men cannot enter the canopy or sit on the chairs …" the tightly wrapped sword nun said sternly.
Bai Qinan was about to speak when the Sect Master beside her raised his hand, indicating for Bai Qinan not to interfere.
"You guys set your own rules. It's my business whether I follow them or not," Zhu Minglang said.
"How can you be so rude?" the sword nun said angrily.
"Even your Head Disciple is so polite to me. How dare a little sword nun like you criticize me?" Zhu Minglang glared at the arrogant sword nun.
Wu Feng, Yun Zhonghe, and Hao Ye could not help but give Zhu Minglang a thumbs-up in their hearts when they saw how arrogant and despotic he was in someone else's territory.
How unyielding!
"This is the Mt. Xuan Sword Sect. A despicable man like you is not allowed to act impudently here …"
"Scram!" Zhu Minglang lost his patience and scolded coldly.
Their chatter disturbed the peace and quiet of others.
The sword nun was so angry that her face turned red. She had no way of dealing with someone who did not follow the rules. She could only look at the hall master with a pitiful expression and ask for help.
The hall master had a cold expression. He had the strictness and tyranny of a person in charge of discipline.
"Hall Master Wu Feng, are your disciples also so unruly in the sect? Do you never discipline them?" the Disciplinary Sword Nun asked.
"This is my Junior Brother, Zhu Minglang. He is not a disciple," Wu Feng replied indifferently.
Discipline Zhu Minglang???
Even Sword Supremacy's grandfather could not discipline him!
Furthermore, to discipline him, one had to be able to beat him first.
"Our rules have been passed down for thousands of years. Before the rules are set, we will not have a sword art exchange," said the Disciplinary Sword Nun.
"There's nothing much to talk about. It's just some old, boring, and outdated sword techniques that don't have any practical use. The reason why you bunch of secluded sword nuns who live deep in the mountains and forests think that you're still outstanding in the Sword Sect is purely because you don't go out much and are arrogant," said Zhu Minglang.
By the side, Wu Feng's eyes were about to pop out.
This was other people's territory!
Restrain yourself a little. They had elders and sect masters present!
"Hehe, what big words. You are the second person who has dared to spout such nonsense in our Mt. Xuan Sword Sect in recent years." The Disciplinary Hall Master walked forward, as though he had to establish his authority.
Men were like that. If they were not beaten for a day, they would start tearing down the tiles!
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