Mo Tianlu's gaze was calm, a faint, inscrutable smile flickering in his eyes.
"You claim to be a successor of the Seven Emotions Sect. How will you prove it?"
Mo Tianlu looked at Mo Yuyan and said with a smile.
"Hmph. The Seven Emotions Immortal Lord is my martial uncle, and I carry the sect master's token of the Seven Emotions Sect. Naturally, I am its successor."
Mo Yuyan frowned slightly and spoke coldly.
"The token?"
Mo Tianlu extended his right hand.
"And who are you? How could the sect master's token of my Seven Emotions Sect be shown to you at will?"
Mo Yuyan snorted.
"The fact that I am the sixth prince of Glazed Heaven Palace is enough."
Mo Tianlu tilted his head as he looked at Mo Yuyan.
"My Seven Emotions Sect is a sacred sect personally invested by the Ancient Heavenly Court. Its status stands on equal footing with Glazed Heaven Palace..."
"That was the Ancient Heavenly Court's business. It has nothing to do with our Glazed Heaven." Mo Tianlu cut him off. "Besides, empty words prove nothing. You say you have the Seven Emotions Sect's sect master token, and that makes it true?"
"That token of sect master inheritance is of grave importance. When I meet the Glazed Heaven Lord, I will naturally produce it."
Mo Yuyan's expression had already returned to calm, and his voice grew ever more indifferent.
"The Glazed Heaven Lord handles a myriad affairs every day. He has no time to meet a nobody like you... Remember your status."
A cold glint flashed through Mo Tianlu's eyes. His body stood tall as a mountain, and by his strength alone, he barred Mo Yuyan and the others from entering.
Below, within Glazed Heaven Capital, countless immortals saw Mo Yuyan leading tens of