If anyone had dared speak to the Great Elder like that under ordinary circumstances, there would have been plenty in the Holy Clan eager to curry favor with him. Without even needing the Great Elder to give the word, they would have made sure the intruder bled out on the spot.
Yet this time, no one made a move. The Holy Clan elders stood frozen, as if under a body-binding spell, each staring hard at the severed end of the passage, as though they could not rest until they figured out what had happened.
"Since Fellow Daoist Wang possesses such divine abilities, merely sending an invitation was indeed discourteous of me. Now that you're here, Fellow Daoist Wang, please come inside and sit with us."
The Great Elder was so composed, one might have thought nothing had happened.
Xu Yi smiled. "There's no need to sit. We do not share the same path, so we cannot work together. If the Great Elder has no further instruction for me, I do have one favor to ask."
"Please speak plainly, Fellow Daoist Wang."
The Great Elder's expression was mild, but inside, he was seething with fury.
That Wang fellow was outrageously arrogant. He had lopped off a section of Passage Number One, which had been forged through the painstaking efforts of countless ancestors, and now he had the gall to say he had a favor to ask.
The way he acted, he probably thought the Holy Clan was no better than toilet paper.
Xu Yi said, "My Donghua Immortal Sect is weak and short-handed, and Passage Number Three lies right beside Passage Number One. It would be best for our two sides to watch over each other. If a demon tide breaks out, I hope the Holy Clan will come to our