Heaven and earth fell silent, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.
Only Niu Dao Ren's voice echoed beside everyone's ears.
The three founding Ancestors of Three Purities Temple had actually declared together that the matter would be handled according to the rules?
And they had specifically named Old Lord Gouchen to take charge of it?
Who would have dared believe that for a moment?
"My lord, th-this... what rules are we supposed to follow?"
Old Ghost Meng could not help asking.
Niu Dao Ren ignored Old Ghost Meng entirely. Turning to Old Lord Gouchen, he said, "I have delivered the three Grandmasters' Imperial Decree word for word. The rest shall be left to you, Fellow Daoist. Farewell."
He cupped his hands in salute and was about to leave.
"Wait."
Old Lord Gouchen looked calm. "Since I am responsible for this matter, let me make my stance clear first. I will act according to Reclusive Mountain's rules and will not take anyone's feelings into consideration!"
"I hope that after returning, Fellow Daoist will convey my stance to the three Grandmasters of your sect."
Niu Dao Ren gave Old Lord Gouchen a deep look. In the end, he nodded. "Very well."
With that, he turned and left.
He clearly had no wish to linger. He had come in haste and departed in haste.
At once, Old Ghost Meng's and the Yellow Robe Middle-Aged Man's hearts sank to the bottom.
What on earth was going on with the three Grandmasters of Three Purities Temple? How could they take the initiative to state their position and abandon one of their own disciples?
Unless forced into it, who would forsake an Ancestor-level figure from their own sect?
But in this world, who could make even the three Grandmasters of Three Purities Temple compromise?
The Reclusive Powerhouses,