At that very moment, inside an Immortal Cave on Shu Mountain's Eighth Peak, a woman surnamed Liu and several others, including a middle-aged man, sat around a stone table. Li Du was among them. Their faces showed a range of expressions: shock, cold indifference, and panic.
But they were all staring at the man and woman standing before them. The two were the managers of the second floor of the Jade Pavilion. Both were at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, yet now their faces were stricken with despair and fear.
"That Chen Feng really broke the seal outright and plucked every Reserve Bamboo Slip from the shelf between two fingers?" The middle-aged man tapped the stone table with his large hand, staring coldly at the two as he asked slowly.
"Senior Brother Li Guo, after he took out all the sealed Reserve Bamboo Slips, he only kept three for himself. He gave the rest to the disciples of the Eighth Peak." The male cultivator answered in a trembling voice, clearly terrified of Li Guo.
At his words, Li Guo's expression changed. He swept a teacup off the stone table and smashed it to the ground, then snapped, "Bastard! So more than a dozen disciples have Reserve Bamboo Slips now?"
The woman surnamed Liu beside him and the others at the table all went pale as well. Li Du even sprang up from his stone chair, eyes wide.
"Yes... yes." The two managers at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer were startled too. They didn't know why these people were reacting even more strongly than they'd expected, but all they could do was nod in alarm.
"This is bad, Senior Brother Li. We can't let this drag on, or something terrible will happen," the woman surnamed Liu said anxiously.
"Besides Chen Feng,