Yan Nan's study.
Just as the day before yesterday.
This time, Yan Nan did not let Feng Du do it. He naturally took the seat of honor himself.
"Suiyun, brew the tea!"
Yan Nan gave the order, then said indifferently, "Even if the Heavenly Centipede God came down in person, it still wouldn't stop our brothers from having a few cups of tea before dying. What are you panicking for?"
"Sit!"
Yan Suiyun was brewing the tea, and its fragrance soon filled the study.
Yan Nan said calmly, "Do you still remember? The most dangerous period for the Sole True Sect was the time before the sect was established. Feng Yunqi, the Ten Directions Inspector, led thirteen martial-arts sects, along with the then all-powerful Eighteen Heavenly Kings of Beacon Smoke and the Wind, Rain, and Snow experts, in besieging the Sole True Sect!"
"At that time, even Big Brother, with the strength he possessed then, couldn't have withstood an attack by so many people!"
"Wasn't that time far more dangerous than now?"
Yan Nan smiled and said leisurely, "So what happened? What was the result?"
"After more than ten thousand years without experiencing any great storms, today we actually... Heh..."
Yan Nan smiled. "Even Third Brother is here holding down the fort! What are you panicking for?"
At once, all the brothers relaxed and laughed.
Feng Du laughed heartily. "Let me tell a joke that outsiders don't understand but we do. I'll ask you all this: how many people were there in the Ten Directions Inspector?"
Everyone immediately smiled with reminiscence and bitterness.
This joke was equivalent to asking how many Head Sect Leaders the Sole True Sect had!
Indeed, it was a joke belonging only to the Ten Directions Inspector and the Sole True Sect.
"When the Ten Directions