The Supreme Emptiness

The saintly ancestors filling the hall were instantly enraged, the crowd's fury surging like a raging tide.

This brat truly did not take the Night Roaming Hall seriously!

A black-robed deputy hall master immediately rebuked him. "Insolent! How the Night Roaming Hall of the Ancestral Temple conducts its affairs is not for a mere continent master like you to point fingers at!"

Another said coldly, "Only after the Night Roaming Hall has finished its questioning will it be the next hall's turn. Qingyun Continent Master, please behave yourself!"

Everyone glared with furrowed brows and wide eyes, rebuking him one after another.

Li Qingyun acted as though he had heard nothing. His clear Dao voice rang out leisurely amid the clamor. "Since this humble Daoist took charge of Langtian Continent Temple, the continent has remained peaceful at night. Even though the Great Ruins of the Eastern Wasteland have never ceased appearing each year, there has never been any uncontrollable turn of events!"

"Therefore, this humble Daoist feels there is nothing to discuss with you all!"

Naturally, he knew exactly where he stood. Within the scope of the Night Roaming Hall's Dao authority, they simply could not get a grip on him.

If they had any leverage over him, the Night Roaming Hall would likely have sent an order long ago, summoning this continent master for a reprimand.

Hall Master Ye Ming and the other black-robed saintly ancestors paused slightly at his words.

Ye Ming looked toward the other deputy hall masters, his gaze urging them onward.

A middle-aged deputy hall master immediately caught the elegant meaning behind the strings. Slapping the desk, he rose to his feet and shouted furiously, "Do you truly think your Langtian Continent is some holy land of respectable folk? By my hearsay, every corner of Langtian