After quite a while, Zhuang Jingxing finally unhurriedly led Zhuang Xingyu and Core Clan Elders One through Four to the main hall to receive Spirit Hall's envoy. The reception was of an even lower standard than that afforded to the Northern Plains' subordinate factions.
If Bibi Dong had come in person, Zhuang Jingxing would naturally have received her immediately.
But Salas was merely a Platinum Bishop, with Soul Power at level 87—not even a Titled Douluo. He had neither sent a calling card in advance nor brought any gifts, and they did not even know him. What was more, he had come directly with the intention of causing trouble, demanding by name to see the Pure Yang Sacred Leopard Clan's Titled Douluo. What was he thinking? He was not qualified!
If he had not come as a representative of Spirit Hall, he would not even have been granted an audience with Zhuang Jingxing.
Besides, the Pure Yang Sacred Leopard Clan intended to clear out Spirit Hall's forces in the Northern Plains. Though they would not openly tear relations apart with Spirit Hall, conflicts were inevitable behind the scenes.
Now that Spirit Hall's envoy had come with ill intent, there was naturally no need to show them any courtesy.
When Zhuang Xingyu returned from his training, he had already explained Spirit Hall's internal factions to his grandmother, father, and the others. As for his claim that he had learned it by chance through a fortuitous encounter, his grandmother and the others tacitly chose not to ask. They had always believed that Zhuang Xingyu would not speak of anything he was uncertain about. The child had grown up and deserved secrets of his own.
The current Pure Yang Sacred Leopard Clan was already qualified to speak with Spirit Hall as equals. At