Shao Yong sent him a thought: "At a time like this, Senior Brother can still crack jokes. It speaks volumes about your composure—and about our master's good judgment back then, choosing you to lead the sect. Who else could possibly handle this?"
Zhang Daohan had no energy to trade barbs with Shao Yong. "Enough. What exactly do you want? Just say it. Look at the situation—we've lost face for the Southern Pole Sect. How would that do you any good?"
Shao Yong sent him a thought: "I don't have any other demands. But if we have to call on Zhong Ruyi to bail us out this time, and you, Martial Uncle, still don't offer him something in return, don't blame me for making a scene at the Southern Pole Sect."
"I knew it was about this. Shao Zifang, I'm not as biased as you make me out to be. Hurry up and call him." Zhang Daohan was growing impatient.
"Yes, Martial Uncle. I'll have someone summon Zhong Ruyi at once." Shao Yong clasped his hands toward Zhang Daohan, then immediately summoned Elder Song Yuanyou and sent him racing to Yinghai Peak to call Xu Yi.
It didn't take long for Xu Yi, looking bleary-eyed, to appear at Sun Top. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned. "Waking people at the crack of dawn and disturbing their sweet dreams is no way to behave." Only after finishing his yawn did he clasp his hands to greet the assembled bigwigs and ask after their well-being.
Zhang Daohan couldn't help frowning. "Didn't anyone tell you what sort of occasion this is? Why did you come looking like that?" Xu Yi's disheveled appearance was no act. He'd just been dragged out of bed, his hair a mess and his clothes rumpled. The moment he