The old man's appearance completely choked the secluded Daoist sect. Not a single person dared to speak up in reply. These old seniors were as frightened as children encountering an unfamiliar adult.
My heart began pounding. I was too familiar with him, and the hatred between us had already reached the point of no reconciliation.
"Mr. Zu, may I ask what urgent matter required you to come personally to our secluded Daoist sect?" Sun Xinping's voice changed slightly. Even as the leader of the secluded Daoist sect, he was nothing in the face of an Earth Immortal.
If an Earth Immortal killed someone, then unless he went too far, who would dare stand up for you? They said there was an organization responsible for restricting the activities of Earth Immortals, but I had never seen it. They merely turned a blind eye and a deaf ear. If something really happened, they wouldn't even fart—they would be too afraid to hide.
It was no wonder Sun Xinping was being so cautious.
"Your secluded Daoist sect has quite the grand facade. It truly isn't easy for Old Zu to come here even once. Even borrowing one or two little toys met with all sorts of obstruction. Hmph! Do you really think Old Zu is so poor that I have to beg everywhere? The Yin Phoenix Coffin is a harmful thing. I'm solving it for your Southern Daoist sect, all for the greater good of the south. These little toys will be returned after I use them. And yet what happened? You injured or killed every disciple under my command. If I hadn't come here, did you really think Old Zu was easy to bully?" Zu Yun's face darkened like gathering storm clouds, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly. "Boy Xia,