Main Peak · Main Hall.
Grand Elder Shi Yuanzhou, steward Ling Fei, Fifth Elder Meng Yutong were facing off against the people opposite them.
Meng Yutong's attitude toward people of the Literary Path could be called exceptionally cold. Back then, it had been their people who caused Lin Heng to suffer severe injuries, almost letting Ye Tian pick up the scraps and kill him.
In the end, Lin Heng had been forced to cross his tribulation with a gravely wounded body, pushing himself to the limit and trading one for one with Ye Tian.
During that period, her cultivation had yet to recover, and even dragging out her last breaths had depended on her disciple for survival. Just thinking about it was stifling enough.
"Southern Continent's Literary Demon, I've long heard of fellow Daoist Zhong's great name. Instead of staying properly in your Southern Continent, aren't you afraid you won't be able to leave the Western Continent?" Meng Yutong toyed with the blue jade cup in her fair hand, her tone thin and cold.
Zhong Zusheng wore a long white robe, with crane-white hair and a childlike face. From head to toe, he carried a scholar's air, and his skin was as tender and smooth as a woman's.
He looked like a young old man. Who knew whether this getup was some unique fashion trend in the Southern Continent.
If you wanted to act experienced, then act experienced; if you wanted to act young, then act young!
What the hell was with this old-with-young thing?
Never mind that Meng Yutong found it awkward to look at, even Shi Yuanzhou felt it was hard to meet his eyes.
"Heh heh!" Zhong Zusheng took the initiative to cup his hands in salute to Meng Yutong, smiling as he said, "This old man