Tang the Seventh, Your Hammer Isn't Hard Enough!

Xiao Yin's gaze lazily swept over the people at the entrance before finally pausing on Tang Xun and Tang Lie.

Tang Lie's brows furrowed as he sized up the casually dressed young man.

Other than his undeniably outstanding looks, his Soul Power fluctuations... hmm?

They did not seem particularly earth-shattering.

At the very least, they were nowhere near as terrifying as the rumors claimed, that he could rival a Title Douluo.

"You're Xiao Yin?" Tang Lie's pressure remained unleashed, his booming voice filled with undisguised contempt.

The Lingxiao Hall Master he had imagined should have been an imposing, unfathomable figure. Yet this young man before him...

He was far too ordinary.

Xiao Yin's gaze passed over Tang Lie and turned toward the steadier Tang Xun beside him, then returned. He did not immediately answer Tang Lie's question.

Instead, he muttered softly. Yet everyone present was a Soul Master with exceptionally sharp hearing, and they heard him perfectly clearly. "Who's this red-faced guy? He's got quite the loud voice."

Bai He hurriedly reminded him in a low voice, "Hall Master, this is the Seventh Elder of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Lie. The one beside him is the Third Elder, Tang Xun."

"Oh—"

Xiao Yin drew out the sound, putting on a look of sudden realization. Then his eyes swept over the growing crowd of onlookers around them. A half-smile curled at his lips, and his voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone nearby to hear clearly.

"So they're the famous elders of the Clear Sky Sect. How disrespectful of me."

He cupped his hands perfunctorily. "A pleasure, a pleasure. I heard your sect had 'sealed off the mountain and withdrawn from the world,' cultivating in seclusion and ignoring worldly affairs?"

"What is it? Was the