"You're the one who killed the Young Master of the Zhou Family and one of their Golden Core Superiors?"
Ning Wangshu was raising his cup to take a light sip of the fine wine when a clear voice suddenly came from one side.
Ning Wangshu turned his head and looked up. He saw five or six men approaching together. The man at their head wore a blue robe, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised and the corners of his mouth lifted. He regarded Ning Wangshu with an air of condescending scrutiny.
As soon as he spoke, the people around them all turned their eyes toward the pair.
"It's Fang Lang! What's he... planning to do?"
"From the looks of it... there's going to be a good show!"
"Hey, didn't you hear what Fang Lang and the others were saying earlier? They're going to test that man's mettle and see what he's done to deserve the top seat!"
"So that's it! I was wondering. But Fang Lang is already at the Nascent Soul Late stage, isn't he? And the others with him are mostly at the Nascent Soul Middle to Late stages. They're just the right people to test that man's depth. I want to know what gives him the right to sit at the top, too!"
For a moment, everyone present watched the scene with keen interest, including the several cultivators at the Soul Departure Stage.
Ning Wangshu naturally noticed the eyes on him. He glanced sidelong at the man named Fang Lang, then unhurriedly set down his wine cup and said coolly, "And what if I am?"
"What, do you want to stand up for the Young Master of the Zhou Family?"
"No, no, not at all! The Young Master of the Zhou Family is dead. What does that have