Heaven-Piercing Peak.
Inside Yuqing Hall, there was deathly silence.
The air seemed to have frozen.
Dao Xuan Zhenren remained in a pose with his mouth slightly open.
His eyes, which had witnessed the vicissitudes of life and seemed capable of seeing through all things in the world, now looked somewhat vacant.
What had he heard?
Twelve years old.
Shangqing Realm.
Dao Xuan recognized each of these two terms individually. He had even heard them so often that his ears had grown calluses.
But when the two phrases were put together...
It was like a Nine Heavens Divine Thunderbolt striking the crown of the Qingyun Sect's Sect Master.
It rang loudly.
Even his soul trembled three times.
If anyone had entered at that moment, their jaw would certainly have dropped.
Dao Xuan Zhenren, who could remain calm even with Mount Tai collapsing before him, had actually revealed such a...
...unsophisticated expression.
"You said..."
"Twelve years old?"
"Shangqing Realm?"
After a long while.
Dao Xuan finally found his tongue again, but his voice was as dry as a rusty door hinge scraping against its frame.
Tian Buyi sat upright.
The layers of fat on his round face bunched together, squeezing out an extremely honest-looking smile that actually concealed boundless smugness.
He was very satisfied with his senior brother's reaction.
He could even say that he had been itching to wait for this moment.
"That's right."
Tian Buyi confirmed it lightly.
Crack.
The white jade teacup in Dao Xuan's hand shattered.
Fine porcelain mixed with tea and splashed all over the floor.
The teacup was an antique from a former dynasty, something Dao Xuan usually treasured dearly, but he did not even glance at it now.
He abruptly rose to his feet.
The gust of force he brought up sent the memorials on