Although Yang Fei could see that the Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses from the Zhiyang Sect felt somewhat discontent, he didn't resort to bullying them by relying on his status.
If he possessed the overpowering strength to suppress the powerhouses present, he wouldn't mind showing off a bit. But merely borrowing the majesty of Guanglingzi to put on airs seemed unnecessary to him.
He and the many cultivators from Earth would eventually travel and train independently, so it was wise to make fewer enemies.
When traveling, it's better to have no friends than to have too many enemies.
"Thank you all for allowing me this face," Yang Fei cupped his fists and bowed to Dong Qianjue, expressing his gratitude.
Shu Dongqing, standing behind Dong Qianjue, secretly snorted.
Who do you think you are? If you came alone, do you think we'd give you any face?
