Sect Master, Why Are You So Stingy? (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

Chongming Sect.

Inside Heavenly Vast Palace, suspended high above the nine heavens, Sect Master Su Lijing sat on his throne, dressed in loose robes and a wide sash, his brow tightly furrowed.

Dozens of beautiful foreign maidservants clustered around the throne. Each was young and striking, clad in gauzy veils and adorned with pearls and jade. Their every move brimmed with seductive charm.

Some stood, others knelt, their supple, graceful figures casting flirtatious glances at Su Lijing, gazing at him with tender affection.

Yet Su Lijing did not spare them a glance. He was simply lost in thought.

After investigating for the past several days, he had become increasingly certain that something was wrong!

He had assumed that no one would dare fight on the Ten Thousand Races Blood Ladder during this Holy Son Ceremony, and that the Five Sects of the False Dao would do everything they could to conceal the matter. But who could have guessed that every report he had received so far came from the Five Sects of the False Dao loudly publicizing it?

What was more, the focus was not on the strength of the Sacred Sect's newly appointed Holy Son, Pei Ling, but on how magnanimous he, the Sect Master, had been!

What did that mean?

Of course, since the Nine Great Sects were so far apart, the information was bound to be delayed. But he had given the order personally; surely it would only take a few days before he learned the truth.

Just then, the Hall Master of Supervision's voice came from outside: "Sect Master, Elder Wu of the Tower of Reincarnation has arrived again. He bears a Pagoda Bead and requests an audience."

Su Lijing was slightly taken aback. The Holy Son Ceremony had only just ended, and Ancestor Miao Ruosheng