The Vital Energy Stripped from Old Ancestor Jiang?
Jiang Ning stood on the villa terrace, his thoughts drifting back to that past which was both unfamiliar and incomparably familiar.
"Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother Jiang!"
"Senior Brother, the Ten Thousand Souls Sect is utterly shameless! Their sect-protecting formation is like a turtle shell, and the disciples have suffered grievous casualties!"
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, stop tinkering with that useless Spell of yours and come out of seclusion already!"
The woman's oriole-like voice rang through Cuiyou Valley.
At that moment, a yellow streak of light flashed in the distant sky. An old man in yellow robes with a jade crown and a long beard suddenly appeared.
He looked at Wen Yuehan, his beard bristling with anger.
"What Senior Brother? Call him Old Ancestor. He's your Old Ancestor."
"I won't!" Wen Yuehan curled her lips. "Senior Brother Jiang entered the sect the same year I did."
"Look at Jiang Ning, then look at yourself. He's already at Nascent Soul Great Perfection! And you? You haven't even completed Golden Core cultivation. You both have Heavenly Spiritual Roots—I'm ashamed of you!"
Wen Yuehan glanced at Uncle Xu twice and said, "The leader of the Righteous Path Alliance is the same twelve hundred years old as you. How come he became the alliance leader while you're still only at mid-stage Nascent Soul, Master?"
"You infuriate me! You're beyond teaching!" Uncle Xu flicked his sleeve angrily.
Another streak of light flew over. A slightly plump man in black robes, riding a gourd, appeared.
"Old Ancestor Jiang still hasn't emerged from seclusion?" He looked toward the valley.
"That's right, Senior Brother Lu. Senior Brother Jiang is playing with that useless Spell of his again." Wen Yuehan sounded helpless.
Senior Brother Lu shook his head after hearing