"Get lost!"
An aged, icy rebuke exploded like thunder, jolting the entire void into violent upheaval.
Guangling and the eight old Confucian scholars behind him all froze where they stood.
Before they could even finish speaking or explain their purpose, they were being told outright to get lost?
The eight old Confucian scholars' faces turned livid, their fists slowly clenching. The Confucian Sect had stood for millions of years—when had it ever suffered such humiliation?
Even at the dojos of the various Heavenly Daos, they had always given the Confucian Sect's chief at least some measure of respect. When had anyone ever driven them away the moment they met?
Zhi Ming at the side, however, wore an uncertain expression. Ever since that night when it had sought him out to investigate Qin Guan's origins and suffered backlash from powerful Karma, it had become especially irritable.
He knew full well that Qin Guan had to be extraordinary. Otherwise, the Heavenly Dao would not be acting so abnormally.
But now, the arrow was on the string and had to be loosed. No matter how extraordinary Qin Guan's origins were, they had to seize Qi Yuan Civilization's inheritance, because there was no road back left for them.
Guangling's face darkened like still water, but reason told him that directly clashing with a Heavenly Dao was unwise.
He drew a deep breath, suppressing the fury in his chest, and cupped his hands. "Senior Heavenly Dao, the Confucian Sect has come this time to pursue a grievous criminal. This son massacred my—"
"Did you not understand what I said?"
Before Guangling could finish, the Southern Pole Continent Heavenly Dao cut him off again. "Get out now. Do not make me repeat myself a third time."
The corner of Guangling's eye twitched sharply.
The eight old