Senior Feng, Please Calm Your Anger

Ice River Valley sat atop a Great Snow Mountain, blanketed in thick snow year-round. White snow, black mountains, blue palace pavilions—these were the only colors atop this peak.

Wu Hall Master followed Star Plucking Old Ghost into an inconspicuous little pavilion within Ice River Valley. The Hall of Souls was notorious throughout the Central Plains. Although Ice Venerable had agreed to meet them, he was unwilling to receive them in the main council hall, permitting only this meeting in the small pavilion. The venue was cramped, and only a handful of Ice River Valley Elders were present, all trusted confidants of Ice Venerable.

"Heh, hypocrites!"

Wu Hall Master sneered inwardly and followed Star Plucking Old Ghost inside. There were likewise only a few people from the Hall of Souls.

The two sides faced each other, staring for a moment. Ice Venerable sat at the head of the room, gazing indifferently at the Hall of Souls group, with no intention of speaking first.

Star Plucking Old Ghost had intended to put on the airs of the Hall of Souls, but seeing this, he could no longer keep it up and took the initiative. "Ice Venerable."

Ice Venerable gave a slight nod. His voice was icy and utterly flat. "May I ask which Venerable from the Hall of Souls has come?"

"Jie jie, this old man is Star Plucking."

"So it is Venerable Star Plucking!"

Ice Venerable's attitude finally improved somewhat. He swept a glance over the several Hall of Souls members behind Star Plucking Old Ghost and asked, "May I know why Venerable Star Plucking has come to Ice River Valley?"

"Jie jie, this old man has come to offer Ice River Valley a great opportunity!" Star Plucking Old Ghost laughed.

Ice Venerable's expression did not change, but he sneered inwardly.