"Thank you for the tea!" Lin Su accepted it and raised it slightly in salute.
"Your Highness, Literary King, you came all this way to our Lotus Peak?" Duan You asked.
The moment those words were spoken, every Top-tier Elder present felt their hearts pound.
There was no saying in this world about a weasel paying New Year's calls to a chicken, but the logic was the same. Lin Su's visit was enough to make anyone in The Whole World's heart pound.
"Yes."
"And why have you come?" Duan You's four words were utterly calm, without the slightest ripple.
Lin Su slowly raised his gaze and swept it across the surroundings. "A hundred years ago, a Great Confucian composed a poem praising Lotus Peak: Eighty-one Peaks rose in the northern realm; where lotuses bloomed, there was peace. Yet today, Lotus Peak has only eighty peaks left. Sect Master, Elders, do you not find that somewhat hard to accept?"
A sharp gleam suddenly flashed through Duan You's eyes.
The hearts of the elders throughout the hall all jolted.
Lotus Peak had originally possessed eighty-one peaks.
Now, only eighty remained.
One peak had been uprooted entirely.
Along with that peak's destruction, millions upon millions of Lotus Peak disciples had died and vanished from the world.
The poem left behind by that Great Confucian had turned Lotus Peak from glory into shame.
This was Lotus Peak's sore spot.
Yet no one could make up for that wound.
Because the person who had wiped out one of Lotus Peak's peaks was Si Qi! The cause was the matter mentioned earlier: he had claimed that a disciple named Si Shi Ba had been killed by a Great Moon Phase Technique expert dispatched by Wujianmen.
Si Shi Ba had borne the crucial responsibility of the life-and-death