"What glib words from Xu Xiaoshou!"
"What a brainless lunkhead Cao Erzhu is!"
"One dared to spout nonsense, the other dared to believe it. Did either of you truly consider whether your First Pavilion Under Heaven would survive today?"
As sunlight shone upon Qingyuan Mountain, a mocking voice descended from nowhere, shattering the silence and killing the warm atmosphere of mutual appreciation with a single remark.
"Who?"
Cao Erzhu rose unhappily and looked around. Unable to find anyone, he shouted, "I have a head and a brain!"
The air seemed to freeze several degrees colder.
Jinren spoke faintly, "Dao Qiongchang."
"That Lecherous Old Daoist? Didn't I kill him with one punch?" Cao Erzhu cried out in surprise, but then recalled his father's teachings.
In the Spirit Refining Realm, it was difficult to kill a true great expert.
When he had vented his rage with that blow before, he had overlooked far too many details.
He had not attacked the strange uncle's mind or soul—he had merely smashed his head apart...
"You must have hurt him, or he would not have remained silent for so long before emerging. But the Lecherous Old Daoist could not possibly have died so easily." Jinren swept out with his spiritual sense, yet he too could not find Dao Qiongchang's demi-saint incarnation.
At that moment, the Qingyuan Mountain Grand Formation awakened alongside the daylight, becoming incomparably radiant. Dao Qiongchang's solemn voice drifted down from all directions:
"Cao Erzhu, this Hall Master has been close friends with your father. We even drank and made merry together before. You should know that."
"He certainly told you to be wary of me, because I did indeed wish for everything you had learned to find a use in the Holy Spirit Hall."
"The Holy Hall is a mixed bag of