"What's wrong with Pagoda Master Qiangu...? It looks like he was brutally taught a lesson?"
"More than just a lesson! Look at his aura—he's clearly seriously injured! And yesterday, over at the Qiangu Family..."
"Not to mention the person behind him. He's the Spirit Pagoda's bedrock. Even he has come out—this meeting must be anything but ordinary..."
All manner of speculation churned through everyone's minds, and the exchanged glances were filled with shock and disbelief.
As Qiangu Dongfeng felt the various gazes directed at him from below, his cheeks burned as though on fire. It was the searing agony of utter humiliation.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails nearly digging into his palms, yet he could only lower his head, remain silent, and endure it all.
Just then, footsteps sounded once more from the entrance of the hall.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn over.
Leng Yaozhu slowly entered the hall with Leng Yulai supporting her.
Today, Leng Yaozhu wore a fitted red qipao trimmed in gold, its cut outlining her mature, graceful figure. Though her face still retained a trace of post-injury pallor, she was clearly much more spirited. Beneath her usual gentle expression, there was now a hint of composure and sharpness forged through hardship.
The moment Leng Yaozhu appeared, the murmurs in the hall came to an abrupt halt. Whatever thoughts they harbored, the many elders and officials present all rose to their feet and bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Deputy Tower Master Leng!"
Their voices echoed through the spacious hall, carrying an invisible force.
Leng Yaozhu's reputation within the Spirit Pagoda was at its peak. It had even begun to faintly eclipse that of Qiangu Dongfeng, the Pagoda Master himself.
The reason was none other than Lu Jun. As Lu Jun's teacher, the greater the achievements Lu Jun