"Don't bolster others' ambitions and destroy our own prestige." Feng Jiuru sneered. "Experts flock to Jueqing Palace like clouds. We are the foremost sect in the Immortal Realm. Tell me, are people more afraid of Jueqing Palace, or those two lone wanderers?"
Sun Lun immediately put on a solemn expression and flattered him. "Naturally, it is Jueqing Palace. If we are truly provoked, there will no longer be a place for Wei Chunqiu and Yun Peng to stand in the Immortal Realm."
"Provoked?" Feng Jiuru muttered, then said gravely, "The Great Venerable has already been provoked. He is just looking for somewhere to vent his fury. If we cannot even deal with a Yue Qianchou here, and the Great Venerable is drawn to come personally, then the unlucky ones will not be Yue Qianchou alone. Even you and I, master and disciple, will be implicated. You know how terrifying the Great Venerable is."
Sun Lun shuddered as he recalled that old man with eyes like a hawk's. Just one glance from him could send chills through one's entire body. Feng Jiuru's expression hardened as he ordered, "Contact the sect masters of the Four Islands of Huguang for me. Tell all four of them to come see me as soon as possible. Say that I have a gift for them, but do not tell them what it is yet."
Sun Lun said with a broad smile, "Those four impoverished sects happen to lack the funds to gain a foothold in Illusory Immortal City. With Jueqing Palace backing them in taking Tianxia Chamber of Commerce's territory, they will surely be willing. It will depend on who among them has the ability to seize it. This disciple will contact them at once."
The towering Wan Sheng Mountain pierced the clouds. At its mist-shrouded