The disciples of the Sword Sect were full of anger, thinking Yun Mengyao was too dismissive of their Great Elder.
"Hmph, I think the Great Elder is just saving face for Qin Yi, otherwise he would have dealt with him long ago."
"Fairy Yun, which sect do you hail from exactly? Why does the Great Elder treat you with such respect? Qin Yi's status must be extraordinary."
"I suspect Qin Yi might either be the young master of a sect or the illegitimate child of some big shot."
Yun Mengyao was furious and mocked, "Stop gossiping here; Qin Yi is merely a loose cultivator. But he alone is worth as much as your entire Sword Sect. Do you know his honorific name? Blood Shura."
The expressions of the Sword Sect disciples became peculiar.
"Blood Shura, that's quite a prestigious name. But does Qin Yi even have the experience of killing someone to deserve such a title?"
"Looking at his fair and soft appearance, like a pretty boy, I think he hasn't even killed a chicken."
