At the highest point of Blackwood Cliff stood a grand hall.
Lin Fan and Zhao Wang arrived outside the hall with practiced ease, but the moment they reached it, the two were stopped at the same time.
The disciple guarding the door looked at the two with a fake smile and sneered, "Senior Brothers, you went down the mountain to avoid trouble back then. To return safely now, you really must have had some good luck."
"You can stand here for now. Once Senior Sister Mei summons you from inside, it won't be too late to enter."
This disciple was trying his best to curry favor with Blackwood Cliff's new leader, while also hoping to establish his authority through such little matters.
Apart from Lin Fan and Zhao Wang, who had just returned, Blackwood Cliff now had several other Formal Disciples. They had all clawed their way to prominence during these years of war, so none of them had a good impression of the two men.
"Impudent! What are you supposed to be?"
"When I was serving the sect, you hadn't even climbed the mountain yet!"
Zhao Wang's expression darkened, and he was about to step forward and argue.
The moment he moved, the several other Formal Disciples outside the hall immediately surrounded them.
These men had all fought their way out of piles of corpses, and every one of them was brimming with murderous hostility.
In their eyes, disciples like Lin Fan and Zhao Wang, who had left to avoid trouble, belonged to a different circle. They all deserved to be stepped on at least once. After all, on this mountain, it was still anyone's guess who was the senior brother and who was the junior brother!
The atmosphere instantly grew tense.
Just as the situation was on the