The Setup

Hmm?

In an instant!

The atmosphere inside the room grew somewhat grave, and every cultivator's gaze converged on Lin Chen once more.

With most of the immortal sect members present opposed to it, he had actually stepped forward to object. Everyone wore the expression of those eager to watch a good show.

"What? Are you questioning our decision?" Mister Mist was the first to attack, as though he intended to escalate the conflict.

"I have something to say, which I hope to convey in private. I also hope the venerables will consider it." Lin Chen paid no heed to his words and slowly said.

"What, convey it in private? Could it be you think the cultivators present aren't qualified to hear you speak..." Mister Mist mocked again.

But before he could finish, Lin Chen gave him a bland look. It was clearly a gaze devoid of any emotion, yet it made him feel a chill that seeped deep into his bone marrow.

Moments later, Mister Mist came back to his senses, and fury instantly surged in his mind. He had actually been frightened by a mere Golden Core cultivator.

But before he could say anything, Lin Chen spoke at this moment:

"True Lord, you have spoken for the venerables time and again. Could it be that you believe the status of the Spirit Transformations is inferior to that of a Tianhe Sect True Lord?"

Upon hearing this, feeling the gazes cast down upon him, Mister Mist only felt a chill run down his spine.

Before he could react, an illusory Heavenly River swept down from above, wrapping Lin Chen within it and carrying him to the summit. At the same time, a voice echoed through the room:

"Enough. This matter ends here. Everyone, wait inside the room."

When Lin Chen