Elder Chengfeng thought it over seriously and realized that Li Mu Yang had a point.
Back when Li Mu Yang had no grudges with Still Water Sword Hall, their hall master, Mu Yubai, had taken Baili Changhe—one of the Three Mad Guests—and dozens of elite fighters to ambush someone.
The siege had failed. Still Water Sword Hall had suffered heavy losses, Mad Guest Baili Changhe had been hacked into minced meat, and not a single one of the dozens of elites had survived. Even the hall master had been gravely wounded and remained unconscious to this day.
The Old Immortal, who had not shown himself for years, had acted at the first hint of trouble, actually sending them to deliver a challenge to a mere young pup.
If something like this happened to me, I'd be angry too, Elder Chengfeng thought. Very angry.
Once he thought of it that way, he could no longer bring himself to be angry.
So he looked at Li Mu Yang and said, "You're Li Mu Yang?"
"I'm Li Mu Yang." Li Mu Yang's voice was deep. "The very Li Mu Yang you people have gone to such lengths to kill."
"We never meant to kill you." Elder Chengfeng still tried to defend himself.
"Right. Your hall master led countless deathsworn in an ambush in the street just to stop me and say hello?"
"This..."
"Your Old Immortal sent you to deliver me a challenge because he merely wanted to meet me, chat about family affairs, and see who could piss farther?"
"Our Old Immortal would never do anything so absurd."
"Of course he wouldn't do anything so absurd. He merely wants to kill me." Li Mu Yang sneered coldly.
"Li Mu Yang!" Elder Chengfeng was furious. Another wave of pent-up anger welled in his