After Pang Daojun finished speaking, Uncle Yin, Pang Qingyun, and Bai Menghui were all stunned. No one had expected that a single flap of a butterfly's wings could stir up towering waves in another world millions of miles away.
As it turned out, the storm had finally gathered. The upper ranks of Biyou Academy had announced to the public that, for the next thirty years, they would no longer accept cultivators from the Church into the academy.
Thirty years meant that the Church would be shut out of the next round of the competition. If it wanted to try again, it would have to wait until the round after that—sixty years.
Even if sixty years was nothing to most cultivators, such a long gap would still be a tremendous loss for the Church. What was more, the Ancestral Court stood on the other side. With one side waning and the other waxing, how could the Church not worry?
"Father!"
Pang Qingyun finally couldn't hold back any longer. He fell to his knees and spoke through clenched teeth.
It wasn't that he failed to understand the gravity of the situation. With something this momentous happening, even his father, given his standing in the Church, would face unprecedented pressure.
Pang Daojun shot him a cold glance. "I've protected you too well. You have no idea how treacherous the world can be. Do you think the biggest fist always wins? It's good for a lamb like you to cross paths with a poisonous wolf like Xu Yi. Uncle Yin, what exactly is going on with this Xu Yi? Investigate him carefully and find out what sort of connection he has with that Plum Blossom Seven."
"Please tell me more, my lord. To be frank, I've investigated Xu Yi before. He's far too mysterious.