The mention of the Angel Divine Sword made Qian Daoliu bristle.
This fellow really knew how to poke at a sore spot.
"Hmph, Third Spirit Master, the Spirit Hall has always kept its promises."
Qian Daoliu snorted, thoroughly infuriated.
"Good, then. Great Enshrined, shall we begin?"
Yue Guan made an inviting gesture.
"Let's eat first, lest you go back and say the Spirit Hall knows nothing of hospitality."
Bibi Dong frowned. Why did she feel like this old fellow was taking a jab at her?
As far as she remembered, this old fellow had never gotten the better of them at Chuan Ling.
"Then don't come to Chuan Ling next time. I certainly won't treat you to a meal."
Bibi Dong said it outright.
Yue Guan nearly burst out laughing. Nothing beat having one of their own on their side.
Do you think I want to come? Qian Daoliu thought viciously. Damned Chuan Ling.
Even now, he still had no idea where Chuan Ling had sprung from. The moment they appeared, they had seized a stretch of territory by sheer overwhelming strength.
They had investigated for a long time, only to remain lost in a fog.
"Oh?"
"Sect Master Ning is here too."
Yue Guan's gaze swept over Ning Fengzhi. It seemed his eldest brother had been right after all.
Ning Fengzhi had already become the Spirit Hall's crackpot adviser.
"Greetings, Third Spirit Master. Greetings, Seventh Spirit Lord."
Ning Fengzhi was still a smiling tiger.
"Heh, enough. You smiling tiger-just seeing that smile makes me think you're plotting to harm me."
Yue Guan waved dismissively. Nobody liked this fellow.
Fortunately, Ning Rongrong was not here, or she would certainly have started cursing at them.
It was also fortunate that Ning Rongrong was absent, or they would be sitting down to