"Situ Yun, instead of hiding properly on your Mount Lao, you actually dared to come out. What nerve."
Old Daoist Liu's aged face was frosty as ice. As he looked at the man in black robes, he made no attempt to conceal the chilling killing intent in his eyes.
Situ Yun smiled faintly, as though he had not seen Old Daoist Liu's killing intent at all, and said with a smile:
"Daoist Liu, what are you saying? As the saying goes, a graceful maiden is sought by every gentleman. How could I, Situ Yun, be absent from such a grand occasion?"
At this point, Situ Yun's eyes shifted, and his tone changed.
"But then again, the Heavenly Supervision Department... ever since that incident, I fear it has not had much energy left to spare for our Mount Lao Daoist Sect, has it?"
"Perhaps before long, the Heavenly Supervision Department may cease to exist altogether. Wouldn't you say so? Hmm?"
Old Daoist Liu said nothing, but his aged face darkened several shades further.
Situ Yun's corpse-pale skin bore an unfathomable smile. Entirely unconcerned, he turned his gaze toward the cold-eyed youth beside him. His eyes paused for a moment on the youth's Daoist robe and Fish Dragon Saber before he said with a thoughtful, smiling squint:
"Could this be Daoist Liu's newly accepted disciple? Truly a young hero. That slash just now—even I would have had to give it some ground..."
Seeing that the old Daoist remained stone-faced and silent, Situ Yun did not mind and continued talking to himself.
"Daoist Liu, you should have done this long ago. Why cling so stubbornly to what happened back then? But then again, what the Spiritual Mountain Dao Sect did in those days was truly chilling. Otherwise, the Divine Firmament Sect would not