Wei Tianxiong had never really been interested in the Qingxiao Sect. All he wanted was to survive and recover from his injuries.
But ever since he had taken up residence at the Qingxiao Sect, his interest in it had slowly begun to grow.
After just one day at the Qingxiao Sect, his wariness toward Li Qingqiu had eased considerably. At least, everything he had seen and heard proved that, on the surface, the Qingxiao Sect had no connection whatsoever to the Tianming Sea. It really was just a small sect that had been cultivating for twenty years.
As for the sect's recent biggest attraction, the Daoist Convention, Wei Tianxiong sneered at it.
A little cultivation sect with only a handful of disciples in the Spiritual Sense Realm was making a fuss over such hollow frills. How frivolous.
The infighting within the Heavenly Works Hall, on the other hand, interested him greatly. Mingguang and Wu Xingyue often argued over forging materials until their faces went red. He could tell the disciples held no grudges against each other; it was simply a matter of temperament.
However, Mingguang and Wu Xingyue's skills in formations and artifact forging were truly hard for him to stomach.
Then, at last, one day...
The disciples of the Heavenly Works Hall started bickering loudly again. Wei Tianxiong, who had been recovering in a side courtyard within the hall, could no longer stand it. He went out and gave them a thorough scolding.
The disciples of the Heavenly Works Hall grew even angrier. They might have been arguing, but it was for the good of the sect. Who was this newcomer to point fingers at them?
Wei Tianxiong had taken up residence in the Heavenly Works Hall. His appearance invited speculation, and he clearly wasn't an ordinary person. But