A short sword tore through the air.
It streaked across the pitch-black sky like a ghastly white glint of frost.
Shattering the silence of everyone present.
Wang Dong, the Great Sage Dynasty's Second Rank Ancestor, arrived soaring through the sky.
Upon appearing, he first bowed to Master Xu.
"Greetings, Heavenly Master."
"No need for formalities." Master Xu nodded calmly.
"Wang Dong, today's matter..." When Elder Jiyuan of the Dao Sect saw him appear, relief surfaced on his face.
"Let us set aside today's matter for now. I must trouble everyone to withdraw your divine abilities first." Wang Dong's gaze drifted toward the Thousand Zhang Dharma Aspect behind Zeng Shilin.
Then his gaze shifted to the gigantic sword before Elder Jiyuan.
"This is the capital, within my Great Sage Dynasty's domain. Elder Jiyuan, disregarding the lives of our Great Sage citizens was indeed somewhat excessive. Fortunately, no great calamity came of it."
Elder Jiyuan narrowed his eyes and looked toward Zeng Shilin.
Yet Zeng Shilin could not even be bothered to look at him, merely staring ahead with a cold face.
He then looked toward Zeng Anmin.
Zeng Anmin and Bai Ziqing had already been placed on the rooftop by Master Xu. His eyes brimmed with contempt.
"A brat still wet behind the ears."
Elder Jiyuan sneered. With a beckoning gesture, the sword in the air slowly vanished. Standing proudly, he said to Wang Dong,
"Then I shall give you, Wang Dong, this much face."
Wang Dong nodded expressionlessly, then looked toward Zeng Shilin.
"Hmph."
As though he had not sensed that gaze at all, Zeng Shilin snorted coldly and turned his head aside.
Wang Dong's expression stiffened slightly.
Then he revealed a bitter smile. "Duke Wenqing, why must you be so stubborn?"
"Stubborn?"
Zeng Shilin glared fiercely at Wang