My heart skipped a beat. The matter had practically been nailed down, and the Cold Immortal Sect was about to be added to our sphere of influence, but who could have expected Xiao Hanxian to emerge from the rear mountain gate beneath the Sword Stele so soon? The duck that had nearly landed on the chopping block had started flapping away again!
Xiao Jianlan's appearance had brought Shaoshi Hui's inauguration speech to a complete standstill. She stood there awkwardly, and no one dared respond. After all, although Xiao Jianlan had stepped down to become Supreme Sect Master, his lingering prestige remained!
So even though everyone had felt emboldened after deciding they had nothing to fear, and had grown increasingly unruly, now that they saw him, they were like rats meeting a cat. They were so terrified that no one dared say a word.
"Zhou Shenyi, do you think what I say no longer carries any weight? Back when your master was still here, Shen Yin Peak still had plenty of rules, didn't it?" Xiao Jianlan swept a gloomy glance over Zhou Shenyi, frightening him into hurriedly cupping his hands. "Martial Uncle Xiao, this nephew wouldn't dare."
Xiao Jianlan completely ignored Zhou Shenyi's apology. He swept his gaze over Leng Haoshi and Zhang Woyun, even Sun Liangmei and Bai Suxian, then smiled. "Do you all think I'm already a relic of the past, and can no longer control you? Is that it?"
"Martial Uncle Xiao, how could we dare do such a thing...? It's just that Junior Brother Sect Master has indeed done some things that displeased the other junior brothers and sisters. These grievances accumulated over time, leading to today's situation, but none of it was directed at you, Martial Uncle." Zhang Woyun also became completely honest.
Bai Suxian naturally