Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.
The air seemed to have solidified into immortal gold.
The instant Guangchengzi and Jiang Ziya stepped into the great hall,
twelve gazes, powerful enough to incinerate primordial spirits, shot toward them in unison.
"Senior Disciple Brother!"
True Person Taiyi was the first to rise. The whisk in his hand stood stiffly on end, every strand bristling with its master's fury.
"What was that contract about?!"
His voice no longer carried its usual liveliness, but the oppressive heaviness before a volcanic eruption.
"Did you sell Chan Sect's future?"
The question was like a fuse, instantly igniting the entire hall.
"Why did you sign it?! Even if Chan Sect fought to its last man, we would never suffer such humiliation!"
"Two hundred and fifty years! Chan Sect's future seedlings will all have to go to Interception Sect first and be molded into something else by them! How is that any different from destroying our sect?!"
"Senior Disciple Brother! You must give us an explanation!"
Chi Jingzi, True Master Yuding, True Person Huanglong...
The Golden Immortals, once so lofty and untouchable, now all had bloodshot eyes and roiling Dao hearts.
They could accept defeat.
But they could not accept losing their future in this manner.
Jiang Ziya stood behind Guangchengzi. Under that overwhelming fury, his face was deathly pale, and he nearly suffocated.
Guangchengzi, however, remained very calm.
He swept his gaze across the angry faces. Without explaining himself, he merely asked a question.
"Do we still have a future?"
With those words, every voice fell abruptly silent.
Guangchengzi slowly walked to the center of the hall, his voice echoing through the empty chamber.
"We lost through fighting."
"We lost through 'farming battle records.'"
"We also lost through 'compliance.'"
With every sentence he spoke, the Golden Immortals' faces