Six Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm cultivators sat upright upon cloud platforms, their spiritual rhythms pulsing like immortal terraces.
In the great hall, the image of Taichu Peak's grounds slowly faded away, yet the atmosphere within the hall grew exceedingly grave.
"Bei Xuan, what a scheme!"
An elderly gray-haired woman holding a serpent staff sat upon a cloud platform. Two cold rays shot from her narrow eyes. "Your chief disciple was beaten so badly he cannot rise, yet you so quickly latched onto that brat Fang Mo. Do you have any dignity left as a Venerable?"
Venerable Beixuan's black robes stirred without wind. A stern aura radiated from his lean frame. His white brows stood erect, his eyes half-open, and two sharp gleams shot forth.
"Your Lu Family is so formidable, Lu Yuechan, so why did none of you make a move? You obediently accepted the order instead. Where is your dignity as a Venerable?"
Boom!
A powerful aura surged from Lu Yuechan's body, cold light bursting from her eyes. "Bei Xuan, if your disciple had not helped Fang Mo, how could he have taken control of Taichu Peak so smoothly?"
"I wanted to. What can you do about it?"
Venerable Beixuan raised a brow, mockery on his face. "If you are unwilling, Lu Yuechan, you may personally step in. I certainly will not stop you!"
"You want this old woman to die even faster, is that it? Bei Xuan, you old bastard, you are growing more and more sinister. If he did not possess the Star River Token, he would have died a hundred times over!" Lu Yuechan's snake-like narrow eyes fixed on Venerable Beixuan, filled with chilling malice.
"Enough!"
At that moment, an aged voice rang out, and everyone looked toward the figure seated in the center of the