But of all things, it actually happened!
So even as he seethed with anger, he genuinely needed the Mist Moon Palace Master to explain things to him.
"What have we done recently?"
There was no need to think about it. The Mist Moon Immortal Palace had been peaceful lately... except for its conflict with the Feathering Sect.
Could it really be because of that?
Wasn't the Feathering Sect a shadow of its former self, fallen into decline?
The Mist Moon Palace Master didn't dare hide anything. In a cold sweat, she recounted everything from beginning to end, carefully and in detail.
"It must be!"
White Crane Immortal Lord nodded again and again as he listened, but then his eyes widened. "You fool! How dare you provoke the Feathering Sect? Don't you know that even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse? That sect carries on the legacy of the Three Purities lineage, and its foundations are unfathomably deep!"
"B-but I thought they were fakes."
The Mist Moon Palace Master was about to cry.
She naturally knew all this, too.
But the problem was, in this world, there were as many sects claiming to inherit from the Three Purities lineage as there were hairs on an ox.
In truth, most of them were just bragging and talking themselves up.
After all, the name Primordial Era had long since faded from this world, and later generations of cultivators had even established a new age of cultivation.
Although many immortal sects claimed their Daoist traditions had been passed down from some famous True Person of the Primordial Era, most were simply making claims without proof. The dates were too distant to verify, so others merely laughed them off. No one took them seriously.
Who could have expected to run into an iron