Heaven-Piercing Peak's back mountain.
Ancestral Hall.
Daoxuan laughed in anger.
He was genuinely laughing because he was so furious.
"Sweep the floor?"
"Dream on!"
"You caused a disaster this big, colluded with the demonic sect, and brought shame upon the entire Qingyun Sect. Now you want to hide here and sweep the floor in peace?"
"If I killed you, who would clean up the mess?"
Daoxuan spun around and jabbed a finger at Cang Song's nose as he berated him:
"The demonic sect has been stirring lately. We need every pair of hands!"
"Who's going to manage all those disciples on Dragon Head Peak?"
"Qi Hao may be capable, but can he hold the fort?"
"Cang Song, listen closely."
"I'm letting you keep your life for now."
"Get back to Dragon Head Peak!"
"Keep a close watch on the demonic sect!"
"If anything goes wrong again, I won't even need to lift a finger. Wan Jianyi could crack your skull with that broom!"
Cang Song froze.
He stared at Daoxuan in disbelief.
"Sect Leader Senior Brother... you..."
"Are you still standing there?"
Daoxuan kicked Cang Song in the rear.
"Do you want me to invite you to dinner?"
Cang Song staggered, then got back to his feet.
He took one last long look at Wan Jianyi, then at Daoxuan.
At that moment,
the gloomy, extreme Cang Song died.
In his place stood a Qingyun Sect disciple burdened by heavy sins, yet forced to grit his teeth and live on to atone for them.
"Yes."
Cang Song cupped his fists firmly.
"Junior Brother... will be off."
He picked up the immortal sword from the ground and stumbled out of the Ancestral Hall.
His back looked forlorn,
yet he seemed more alive than when he had arrived.
Watching Cang Song leave,
Daoxuan