The Bear King and the others didn't think much of Ximen Tianshan and his group. The Bear King said, "Such people, just give them a beating and throw them out."
"That's not right. No matter how wrong Ximen Tianshan and his group are, they are guests, just like us, here to attend the grand feast. If they're disgraced, how much is our face worth?" The Son of the Witch God, Black Mamba, shook his head, always having something to say when a topic arose, "I think this is a play. Whether Wang Xuan deals with it or not, it's a hassle anyway..."
As they were chatting, they saw Ximen Tianshan and his group returning from a distance, with pained expressions, followed by Chong the Thirty-Sixth and the Hundred Venerable Insect Guards.
The next steps were clear.
Chong the Thirty-Sixth met with the teachers of Ximen Tianshan's group in a very courteous manner, smiling and saying it was just a small matter, just kids making a small mistake.
