All the elders of Spirit Hall felt a chill run through their hearts as they looked at the final clause.
The vast hall fell into deathly silence. Only the sunlight reflected by the sacred sword in the Angel God's statue overhead cast a cold streak of light across the floor.
"I do not agree with this final clause."
Qian Daoliu slowly rose to his feet. His voice was not loud, yet it was as steady and weighty as a mountain, carrying unquestionable resolve.
Bibi Dong rose as well, her gaze sharp as a sword as it stabbed toward him. "State your reasons."
Qian Daoliu walked calmly to the center of the hall beneath the Angel God's statue. With his hands behind his back, he looked up at the imposing deity.
"I once made an agreement with Tang Chen." His voice echoed through the hall. "Before I defeat him with my own hands, no one affiliated with Spirit Hall may set foot upon the main peak where Clear Sky Sect resides."
He paused, his gaze still fixed upon the statue. "I cannot be a man who breaks his word."
"Your agreement?" Bibi Dong sneered, her laughter so cold that the temperature in the hall seemed to drop several degrees.
She picked up a stack of documents from the table and slowly walked over to Qian Daoliu. With a flick of her hand, she scattered the papers across the floor, their bloody figures painfully conspicuous.
"Look at these! Over the years, how many branch halls has that rat from Clear Sky Sect destroyed? How many casualties has he caused?"
Bibi Dong stepped closer, her blazing gaze boring into Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined. "Qian Daoliu, are you saying that people from Clear Sky Sect may slaughter our people without restraint while we can