"Girl."
Xuanqiongzi narrowed his eyes, the kindly smile on his face turning into a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Are you certain you want to raise a hand against your grandmaster? There is no need for us to meet blade with blade."
"Words are useless."
Jiang Xiyue, normally sparing with words as if they were gold, broke precedent and spoke a long sentence today. "After today, I will take your head to offer before my father's grave."
Hearing this.
Li Guanfu, standing nearby, let out a breath of relief.
He had nearly thought that both people beside him were about to turn traitor!
"Good, good!"
Xuanqiongzi's expression darkened completely. His voice was like poisonous mosquitoes, drilling into the minds of everyone present. "You unfilial descendants truly cannot be cured. This old man exhausted every means to leave you a path to live, yet you insist on refusing it. Since that is the case, do not blame this ancestor for disregarding the bonds of inheritance."
"Senior, you make it sound as though we are already dead."
Zhang Huaiqing said slowly, "Actually, we do not wish to fight you to the death either. How about this? You ascend to the upper realm directly and stop meddling in mortal affairs. That would be good for everyone, would it not?"
"Zhang Huaiqing, you were originally an Immortal Reincarnation, and you even bear the Human Race Destiny upon you. Yet you could not see past it. You insisted on repaying your sect, playing at One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones, and ruined all your destiny!"
Xuanqiongzi looked as though he had witnessed someone recklessly squander a priceless treasure, and could not help berating him. "Do you not understand that no matter how much Sect Destiny you collect for Qingxu Sect, it is