Lei Potian caught the Jade Slip, his hand trembling slightly.
He wanted to crush the Jade Slip and smash it into Yang Lingtian's face.
But he didn't dare.
That gray Chaos Domain had already become a nightmare he could never shake off.
"It's... Sect Master."
Lei Potian lowered his head, concealing the last wisp of venomous resentment still burning in his eyes.
Yang Lingtian seemed not to notice his thoughts—or rather, he simply didn't care.
Would an elephant care about the resentment of an ant?
"Ding Tian, go keep an eye on the back mountain."
Yang Lingtian stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
"That group of new miners isn't very obedient. Go loosen their bones for them."
"Got it!"
Yang Dingtian hoisted the broadsword onto his shoulder and flashed Lei Potian a wide grin.
"Old Lei, study your script properly. If you can't memorize it, you'll go hungry tonight."
With that, he transformed into a streak of golden light and shot toward the mining area in the back mountain.
Silence returned to the mountain gate.
The rustling of Lei Dong sweeping the ground sounded especially grating.
Lei Potian gripped the Jade Slip and sent his divine sense into it.
The very first line read: All visitors, regardless of cultivation, must be served with a smile, showing eight teeth.
"This is going too far..."
Lei Potian ground one of his back teeth to pieces.
But he still opened the register, picked up the teapot, and filled that chipped teacup with water.
Stay alive.
As long as I stay alive, there's still hope of turning the tables.
The Leiyun Sect might be gone, but he still had old acquaintances and connections in the Divine Realm.
As long as he found a chance to send