Ghostly Mist

For a moment, Xiao Changgu truly felt a little admiration for "Xia Li."

To withstand the pressure of a Dividing the Spirit cultivator and openly defy one—this was something even he could not do!

Xiao Changgu did occasionally go against his master's wishes. But that was only after weighing the matter and making sure such "defiance" would not harm the bond between master and disciple that he shared with Third Elder Ru Tianqi. Most of the time, he only dared do so after confirming that his master absolutely would not kill him.

"Should I say this kid has extraordinary courage... or laugh at him for being foolish?"

Upon hearing Wang Qi's words, Third Elder's beard and hair bristled as he roared, "Xia Li, this old man still advises you not to ruin yourself!"

"Xia Li has never understood any rules in this life... I only know that 'a man standing straight need not fear a crooked shadow'!" Wang Qi was fed up as well. Narrowing his eyes, he examined the three elders.

If they truly mean me harm now... should I immediately drop the disguise and use the God Plague Curse?

The three elders also sensed the hostility coming from him. That hostility was strange and hazy, making them feel as though needles were pricking them, yet it contained not the slightest killing intent—Wang Qi intended to use these three as experimental subjects, so naturally he would not kill them.

"Hostility without killing intent. It seems he still feels some sense of belonging toward the sect," Second Elder Zhao Xiangshen quietly transmitted through spiritual sense.

Third Elder gritted his teeth. "Bah! To show such hostility toward one's elders is a crime deserving ten thousand deaths!"

First Elder Mei Sicheng made a gesture, suppressing the dispute between the two. Then he