"Pah!" Daoist Huangmu flared up at once. "Cultivation? Cultivate what Dao? When I was imprisoned in Poison Dragon Cave for more than ten years, suffering every kind of torment and pain, where were the Three Pure Ones I worshipped every day? Where was the True Warrior Emperor? You people now keep calling yourselves the Wudang lineage, but where were you Wudang people back then? Did you ever offer even the slightest bit of help?"
Zhang Songxi, the Fourth Hero, said angrily, "Back then, you loved roaming the world with the Golden Snake Lord and vanished without a trace all day long. How were we supposed to know something had happened to you?"
Daoist Huangmu sneered. "Not knowing for ten days or half a month would be one thing. But what about a year? What about more than ten years? When did any of you ever come looking for me?"
Yin Liting, the Sixth Hero, replied, "Every sect has its own affairs. At the time, our Fifth Brother happened to run into trouble, and afterward we traveled far and wide seeking treatment for Wuji's cold poison. With our energy limited, it was only natural that we failed to notice changes in other sects."
Daoist Huangmu burst into laughter, his inner energy making the entire hall tremble and rustle. "I know. Our Xiandu Sect is merely a small, insignificant sect in the martial world. How could we possibly catch the eye of grand sects like yours? Forget not knowing—if you had known, would you have come to save me? When the Fuwei Escort Agency was exterminated by the Qingcheng Sect, which of you righteous and prestigious sects did not know? Yet whether it was Shaolin or Wudang, did any of you do a thing?"
Yu Lianzhou answered in a deep voice, "Although