The many elders fell silent at those words.
How could they go straight to Lord Lu? They could only come to Chang Zai.
Lord Lu had awakened them from their long slumber with a single word and ordered them to work, leaving many dissatisfied.
Of course, some people were surely pulling strings behind the scenes. No matter how much the Heaven's Sect had praised Lu Yin over the long years, there were always those who resented him—especially the beings he had once imprisoned in Supreme Mountain.
With the Heaven's Sect's support, these beings had taken on many disciples. No outsider knew what those disciples thought of Lu Yin after years of subtle influence.
Chang Zai was in a difficult position. There was no way he could say anything against Lord Lu—not even a word. And now this side was causing him trouble, too.
Just then, a voice rang out, silencing the many elders and cultivators.
"Who's making noise and disturbing my sleep? Are you looking to die?"
One by one, gazes turned toward the rear mountain of the Heaven's Sect. There, a massive figure rose and fell, its breath sweeping across the stars. Even the elders felt as though they could barely breathe.
It was—Hun Ji.
Chang Zai hurriedly bowed toward the rear mountain. "Please forgive us, Ancestor Hun Ji. We'll stop arguing at once."
Hun Ji opened its eyes. Its pupils seemed to hang above the entire Heaven's Sect, then slowly lowered. "You disturbed my sleep, and you think an apology is enough to get you off the hook?"
Chang Zai remained bowed, not knowing what to do.
Behind him, a group of elders and cultivators exchanged glances, then hurriedly bowed. "Please forgive us, Ancestor Hun Ji."
"Please forgive us, Ancestor Hun Ji..."
No one dared disregard Hun Ji.