At the Xundao Association's residence, a resplendent palace nestled among the mountains of the floating island loomed indistinctly through the clouds and mist, white vapor lingering without dispersing.
Before long, several streaks of light shot down from the horizon and landed heavily before the palace gates. Once they withdrew their Escape Light, their faces alternated between green and white. None spoke, merely striding quickly into the hall.
An eerie wind rose in their wake. The venomous resentment churning around them had nearly solidified, chilling even the surrounding air by several degrees.
The Outer Disciples standing guard on either side fell silent as cicadas in winter. With lowered heads, they stood rooted in place like wooden carvings and clay statues, not daring to so much as raise their eyelids.
If Shen Changchuan had been here,
he would certainly have recognized these people as the Xundao Association members who had stopped him before the Scripture Depository Pavilion not long ago and delivered Xuan Tianxing's challenge on his behalf!
Yet where was even a trace of the arrogance they had displayed before Shen Changchuan that day?
The gloom and venom on their faces were practically dripping down, utterly undisguised!
It could not be helped.
After suffering such a tremendous loss of face before the Scripture Depository Pavilion,
and fleeing in wretched disgrace amid the pointing fingers, mockery, and ridicule of all those onlookers,
how could these scions of great cultivation clans, who had always considered themselves superior to others, possibly endure it?!
That damned country bumpkin bastard had merely glanced at them, yet their entire bodies had become unable to move.
The humiliation of having their faces ground into the dirt beneath everyone's watchful eyes had long set their rage ablaze. They wished they could grind that country bumpkin's bones to dust and