Just then, a voice as drifting and changeable as wind and cloud came from outside the main hall.
Two figures entered one after the other. They were none other than Lin Wenyue and Lin Lingdong.
"Heh heh... what are you arguing about? I could hear your voices from several thousand meters away!"
"Fellow Daoist Qingyang, what has made you so angry?" Lin Wenyue asked in a put-on manner.
Dugu Qingyang looked at him, knowing that his status in the Old Lin Family was somewhat higher than Lin Tianhe's.
He took his wooden staff and tapped it against the floor of the great hall, saying coldly, "Just now... Lin Tianhe said Lin Ziqing and Lin Zhique were people of your Old Lin Family... is that true?"
Lin Wenyue's eyes narrowed slightly. "Naturally it is true. How could we joke about such a thing... Fellow Daoist Qingyang, why react so fiercely?"
"For cultivators at your and my level, the path of cultivation has basically reached its end. We should be cultivating our temperament all the more. With so many juniors watching... we ought to be calm and speak with a gentle attitude!"
(?｀?Д?′) Damn it!
Your Old Lin Family was truly shameless, saying Lin Heng was one of your Old Lin Family's people.
He, Dugu Qingyang, had only this one fine great-great-great-grandson to be proud of, and with one sentence, he had become yours!
Where was your face?
"Bullshit!"
"In my eyes, your Old Lin Family is simply shameless, turning something that isn't into something that is, conjuring things out of thin air... Lin Zhique has already been dead for who knows how many years!"
"And Lin Ziqing has disappeared for even longer. Whether he is dead or alive is still unknown, yet now you jump out and say those two were