On a high cliff on the island.
Xiao Ling stood shoulder to shoulder with another one-eyed old man in black, watching the scene below.
"Cai Menghuan, that brat, actually dared to stir up trouble on my turf! Is your Xuanmiao Sect going to handle him or not? If not, don't blame me for beating him to death myself!"
The one-eyed old man's heart burned with rage as he watched what was happening below.
His precious granddaughter Fu Yan was doted on within the sect beyond measure, cherished by thousands. Yet now, because of some stinking brat, she had fought with some little fellow from the Jade Sea Sect to the point of demanding a duel.
If word got out, would he, the Duanhai Sect Master, have any face left!?
"Old Fu, calm down." Suoshan Ancestor Xiao Ling slowly took a sip from his wine gourd.
"Young people ought to have the vigor of young people. Let the younger generation decide their own affairs. Feelings aren't something you can force into submission by twisting them hard."
There was nothing else about Cai Menghuan that he found satisfactory. The boy was indecisive, too gentle and kind by nature, and fussy in everything he did.
But in matters of love alone, Xiao Ling was exceedingly satisfied.
This was exactly how it should be!
It would be best if he lured over all the daughters of those sects that had joined the Haining Alliance, slept with every last one of them, and had a heap of children with each!
Wouldn't that be marvelous—subduing the enemy without a battle!?
"You old immortal! Are you looking to get beaten again!?" The one-eyed old man immediately flared up.
"Hehehe. You say that as if you could beat me." Xiao Ling smiled disdainfully.
A few years ago, the