The heavy doors of the Supreme Elder Hall were slowly pushed open.
"Creak..."
Qian Wuji and Qian Renheng stepped over the high threshold, one after the other.
Yet the moment they saw the scene inside the hall, the expressions on both their faces froze.
The spacious, solemn hall was so oppressive that the air seemed ready to drip with water.
Qian Xuanling, the Great Elder Qian Lingfeng, Qian Yanyan, and Qian Wushuang.
The four Qian Clan Old Ancestors sat upright in a row on grand armchairs at the head of the hall.
All four wore grim expressions, their eight sharp, blade-like gazes landing squarely on Qian Wuji, who had just entered, as though they had been waiting for him for quite some time.
As for Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo? Those two were clever enough to find an excuse and slip away long ago.
After all, they could guess with their toes that the Old Ancestors had put on this display today because they intended to close the doors and properly teach Qian Wuji and his group of reckless juniors a lesson.
When it came to the spectacular sight of elders getting beaten up, wise juniors like them ought to play deaf and pretend they knew nothing, lest they be caught in the crossfire.
"Uh..."
Seeing the grim, tribunal-like formation before him, Qian Wuji's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately sensed trouble.
He swallowed hard and forced out a stiff smile uglier than a crying face.
"What are you all doing?"
Qian Wuji backed away as he laughed nervously. "Why so serious? This looks like a triple tribunal. I've only just returned from my trip and haven't even had a sip of hot tea."
"Hmph!"
Qian Yanyan slammed his palm against the armrest, producing a deafening bang that