Tie Ao sat at the head of the Six Fan Sect Council Hall. The Six Fan Sect constables sat rigidly in their seats, unlike during their usual meetings, when they would whisper and chatter among themselves.
No one could match Tie Ao's prestige within the Six Fan Sect. Even Bai Gongpan, a man of extreme temperament, and Yin Wuchang, who was sinister and ruthless, dared not show Tie Ao the slightest disrespect.
Tie Ao toyed with two enormous, pitch-black Iron Balls in his hands and said gravely, "Our Six Fan Sect was founded before Great Zhou emerged from Xiangnan. It has been fifty-eight years since then.
"In those fifty-eight years, our Six Fan Sect rose from obscurity to annihilating hundreds of sects and shaking the Martial Arts World. That was a very short time. But now some in our ranks have grown lax, thinking the world is at peace and they can sit back and enjoy their power.
"Yet now, the people of Shaolin Temple are telling us that, in their eyes, the Six Fan Sect's reputation is nothing special. In Beiyuan Circuit, they even dared to send people to ambush and kill one of our Four Great Constables. Does the Six Fan Sect still command the prestige it once did?"
Every Six Fan Sect constable present lowered their head.
Tie Ao was right. They had indeed grown lax over the years.
In just a few decades, the Six Fan Sect had built a foundation that other martial sects needed hundreds of years to establish. Back then, its might had truly loomed over the world.
If this had happened a few decades ago, they could have guaranteed that Shaolin Temple would never have dared to do such a thing.
Yet now Shaolin Temple had done exactly that, and even the