437 Wager

John had come to consider each and every disciple on the ship his friend, as he had not only spent a year with them in the sect, but also almost three months together on the airship. Any mockery directed towards any of them was unacceptable in his eyes, as he knew that with their current cultivation levels compared to the others, their only fates were to be bullied until they were miserable.

'A few dozen beatings handed out to the most powerful disciples of each group should do the trick.'

A small smile crept onto John's face as he thought of all the fun he was about to have in the near future. Only through force and violence could some lessons be taught, and John knew he was about to dish out quite a few lessons. 

Lilian walked to the group of older cultivators, who watched her approach with a slightly surprised expression.

"You...you're Thunderzen's daughter? Is Thunderzen himself not coming this year?" the man with the scar on his face asked.