Starry Sky

At the Dao Seeking Society's headquarters, the resplendent great hall nestled among the mountains of the floating island appeared and vanished within the clouds and mist, wreathed in white vapor that lingered for a long time.

Before long, several streaks of light shot over from the horizon and landed heavily before the great hall's doors. As the escape light faded, the faces of those people shifted between livid and pale. None of them spoke; they only strode quickly into the hall.

Where they passed, they stirred up a gust of sinister wind. The venomous resentment surging around them had almost condensed into substance, causing even the surrounding air to drop several degrees colder.

Seeing this, the Outer Sect disciples standing guard on both sides were all silent as cicadas in winter, lowering their heads and standing rooted in place like wooden carvings and clay statues, not daring to so much as lift their eyelids.

If Shen Changchuan were here, he would certainly have recognized that these people before him were precisely the Dao Seeking Society members who had stopped him in front of the Immortal Sect's Scripture Pavilion not long ago and delivered Xuan Tianxing's challenge letter on his behalf!

Only, at this moment, how could there still be even the slightest trace of the arrogance they had shown before Shen Changchuan that day?

The gloom and venom on their faces looked as if it were about to drip down, utterly undisguised!

There was no helping it.

After all, they had lost such enormous face in front of the Scripture Pavilion, then fled in sorry defeat amid the pointing fingers, mockery, and jeers of the surrounding onlookers at the time.

How could these scions of great immortal-cultivation clans, who had always prided themselves on being a cut above others, possibly