Azure Cloud Sect, True Martial Hall.
Led by Sect Leader Qingyang, the four Nether Communion grandmasters stood in a row and dropped to their knees as one, prostrating themselves before the patriarch.
The Spirit Transformation cultivators were not allowed inside; they knelt together with the other inner disciples in the plaza outside the hall.
Even Nether Communion grandmasters could not beg their way into the privilege of sucking up to the patriarch while kneeling, let alone measly Spirit Transformation cultivators.
Did they think just anyone could suck up to the patriarch? If everyone did it, how would the patriarch remember who was who?
Go kneel outside. You can suck up to this poor Daoist instead!
What? Where was Fang Jibai, and how was Demon Abyss doing?
Well, Fang Jibai had been beaten to death, and Demon Abyss had been leveled to the ground. The gap had been too vast—the battle had ended the moment it began.
Within the hall, the statue of the True Warrior Great Emperor sat solemnly. Xiang Yuan lit three sticks of incense and bowed. Seeing Sect Leader Qingyang and the others wearing simple, honest smiles without the slightest trace of confusion on their faces, he could not help curling his lip, finding it utterly boring.
No fun at all. They did not even know how to complain. What use were they?
Beside him, the True Warrior Demon-Subduing Sword hovered in midair, humming with pitiful grievance, hoping Xiang Yuan would give it another chance.
Xiang Yuan ignored it and lightly coughed into his fist.
At once, the four grandmasters plus one great grandmaster straightened their backs in unison, awaiting the patriarch's precious words. Thunder and rain alike were the master's grace; whatever the patriarch said was right.
"This seat is not the True Warrior Great Emperor."
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