The disciples exchanged glances as the tension immediately eased and several of them even smiled.
The disciple who had spoken earlier quietly released a breath. 'I survived.'
Lin Mu looked at him. "You."
The disciple stiffened again. "What is your name?"
"I am Wiji Poyun." The disciple gave his name.
Lin Mu nodded. "Remember this. If anyone asks whether Wild Peak has manners, tell them we have our own."
The disciple looked confused. "What kind?"
Lin Mu's grin widened. "The kind that is usually learned after getting punched."
Several disciples burst into laughter and even some of the elders could not help smiling. The atmosphere changed completely.
Lin Mu had already established something important.
Zhenyu was arrogant, he was old, and he was powerful. Yet he was also unmistakably a Wild Peak cultivator and that mattered the most. After all, the people of Wild Peak would not want some ancient stranger claiming their peak. They wanted their elder.
