"How outrageous! Simply outrageous!"
A towering, majestic aura burst forth and swept across Mount Hua. The newly admitted disciples meditating on Zuowang Peak were seized by panic. Zhuo Feng and Little Millet, whom Bai Yujun had brought into the sect, were so frightened that they sat on the ground, not daring to move.
"What kind of disgraceful behavior is this? Get down at once!"
"Master... please grant your consent..."
Chu Zhe knelt on the ground, but Li Xiangyan showed not the slightest possibility of agreeing. His beard trembled wildly with rage, his white hair flying, and he smashed the fine pearwood table before him with one palm.
"Hmph! This is absolutely impossible. Do not mention it again!"
Li Xiangyan flicked his sleeve and left. Chu Zhe's face was bitter. After thinking for a moment, he went outside Jade Void Palace, knelt upon the steps, and remained motionless.
Chu Zhe stayed kneeling before the hall, refusing to rise day or night, neither eating nor drinking. Wind blew and rain fell; rainwater drenched him before cold winds dried him out. Chilly morning mist dampened his hair. For several days straight, he refused to get up...
The disciples on the mountain were terrified, having no idea what had happened.
At the foot of the mountain.
The Demon Subjugation Sect's sect master looked fearfully at the towering Mount Hua, which pierced the clouds. For the sake of both his sect and himself, he had no choice but to climb the mountain. Gritting his teeth, he led over twenty people swiftly uphill.
He could not understand why Li Xiangyan had suddenly gone mad, but matters concerning his own sect had to be resolved.
If this dragged on any longer, even if the Demon Subjugation Sect moved away, it would have to shed a layer of