Those who came to offer congratulations naturally included those who had come under the banner of congratulations to cause trouble.
After all, not everyone was willing to see the Qingyun Sect grow stronger. The Ghost King Sect, for instance.
In an inn and tavern in the city.
The Ghost King Sect Master was seated inside. Standing behind him was a young man who looked honest but radiated a biting killing intent.
The others seated alongside him were all sinister, gloomy, domineering, and highly skilled.
"Everyone, you all know that the Qingyun Sect has gained Jiang Siming. If we let him grow unchecked, our demonic sects in the East Continent may have no choice but to move elsewhere."
The Ghost King Sect Master spoke.
Everyone nodded, their faces filled with apprehension.
The Ghost King Sect Master continued, "I secretly summoned everyone here this time because I want to take advantage of the Qingyun Sect's banquet to deal it a heavy blow."
"I wonder what the Ghost King has in mind. Don't tell me you plan to rely on your own strength to clash head-on with Jiang Siming?" A sinister, skinny old man chuckled.
The Ghost King's expression darkened. "The Corpse Demon Sect Master is joking. If I could do that, why would I have called everyone here to discuss it?"
"Then what exactly does the Ghost King mean? Stop keeping us in suspense and hurry up. I heard the brothels nearby have some 'fine goods.' This Ancestor still has to go and 'broaden his horizons.'" Another man, whose waist was as thick as ten arm spans and whose body was covered in fat, urged him impatiently.
The Ghost King was helpless. Not wanting to waste words, he said, "Although Jiang Siming has already entered the Deity Transformation Realm, we are not