Six Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm experts sat atop the cloud platform, their spiritual auras rising and falling like those of immortals.
The image of Taichu Peak's headquarters slowly faded from the great hall, but the atmosphere inside remained heavy with tension.
"Bei Xuan, what a cunning scheme!"
An elderly woman with gray hair and a serpent-headed staff sat on the cloud platform. Two beams of icy light shot from her narrow eyes. "Your prized disciple was beaten so badly he couldn't get back up, and yet you've already latched onto that brat Fang Mo. Have you any dignity left as a Venerable?"
Venerable Bei Xuan's black robe billowed despite the lack of wind. A stern aura radiated from his lean frame. His white brows rose, and his half-open eyes flashed with two sharp beams of light.
"Lu Yuechan, your Lu Family is so powerful. Then why didn't you make a move? You obediently accepted the orders. Where was your dignity as a Venerable?"
A powerful aura surged from Lu Yuechan, icy light bursting from her eyes. "Bei Xuan, if your disciple hadn't helped Fang Mo, how could he have taken control of Taichu Peak so smoothly?"
"I'm willing to do it. What can you do about it?"
Venerable Bei Xuan raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery on his face. "Lu Yuechan, if you're unhappy, you can step in yourself. I won't stop you!"
"You want this old woman dead sooner, is that it? Bei Xuan, you old bastard, you're getting more and more devious. If he didn't have the Star River Token, he'd have died a hundred times over!" Yin Yuechan's serpentine eyes fixed on Venerable Bei Xuan, cold and dark.
"Enough!"
An aged voice rang out. Everyone turned toward the figure seated in the hall.
The man looked