A Meal Wasn't Being Served

With the situation on the verge of erupting...

Even the God of Fate himself had appeared at Barren Cloud Heavenly Palace.

But in the end, Gu Qingshan received a telepathic message from Xie Guhong.

With a few casual words, Gu Qingshan had put everything that happened today behind them.

Whether they were gods or cultivators, if they had any objections, they could take them up with Xie Guhong.

Since Xie Guhong was still alive, he was the Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace.

With Xie Guhong taking charge of everything, it was only right and proper.

And next—

Gu Qingshan gave a light cough and cupped his fists toward the people around him. "One last thing."

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they all turned to look at him.

A group of great cultivators stood solemnly, their faces dark as they waited for a youth to speak.

The scene looked utterly ridiculous.

But there was nothing to be done. This youth never played by the rules, and everyone had been thoroughly spooked by him.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Gu Qingshan said apologetically, "The main peak isn't serving a meal. Sorry."

Everyone froze.

They were all great cultivators, so of course they understood what he meant.

—Now that there's nothing else to discuss, I'm not planning to feed you. Why are you still loitering here instead of leaving?

The peak masters looked at Gu Qingshan, then at the God of Fate. They didn't know whether to leave or stay.

Without the Palace Master's permission, cultivators from other peaks weren't allowed to linger on the main peak.

If they stayed, they would be openly admitting that they were still violating the sect rules.

But the God of Fate hadn't left yet. How could the peak masters dare to go?

Actually, the one who felt