Shanj i, Haonan, and Hun Tiangang—three white-bearded old men—walked over chatting and laughing. When they saw everyone there, they all froze.
Hun Tiangang stood rooted to the spot. "Junior Sister?"
Shanj i and Haonan both lit up. "Little Stutterer!?"
Hun Tiangang hurried over. "Why are you here?"
Pan Meifeng said, "I heard you reopened your sect and took disciples. I came to fulfill my promise—to kill every one of your disciples."
Hun Tiangang burst out laughing. "Good, good, good!"
Lu Chengwen, Long Aotian, and Zhao Ritian all felt their hearts turn cold.
Liu Ruyan was scared stupid.
What the hell!?
These people... their strength was too terrifying, wasn't it?! Every one of them was an existence she simply... couldn't comprehend or see through.
And though they all looked casual and natural, without the bearing or airs of Grandmasters, the aura each of them gave off... was so powerful that she had to carefully control even her breathing.
The Three Brothers hurriedly dropped to their knees. "Your disciples greet Master!"
Hun Tiangang pointed. "Look, they're all here!"
The Three Brothers thought: Master, are you selling us out?!
Pan Meifeng kept a stern face. "I said it before: every one of your disciples I see, I'll kill."
Hun Tiangang looked troubled. "Can you spare one?"
The Three Brothers all looked up together.
Fishing Elder quickly said, "Little Stutterer, this one is my disciple now. You can't kill him. Do me a favor!"
Pan Meifeng kept a straight face. "Fine."
Hun Tiangang slapped Long Aotian on the shoulder. "This is my founding senior disciple!"
Long Aotian was moved.
Hun Tiangang said, "Once you kill him, you're not allowed to kill anyone else!"
Long Aotian knew he shouldn't have been moved.
Pan Meifeng adjusted her robe. "Why are the three of you gathered together?"