"Go back and cultivate properly! Your aptitude is far better than Zhang Xiaofan's! One day, you'll definitely surpass him!" Youji comforted Bi Yao, whom she had watched grow up, in a gentle voice, though she could not help blaming Zhang Xiaofan inwardly for not knowing how to cherish a beauty.
In Food Mansion, Zhang Xiaofan looked gloomily at the Ghost King and his daughter, along with Youji, who were seated together at one table.
"What are you staring at! Hurry up and serve the dishes!" Bi Yao glared over at him angrily.
Zhang Xiaofan knew he had struck a little too hard, and with the Ghost King watching him "like a tiger eyeing its prey" from the side, he sighed, turned around, and went to the kitchen.
At the Ghost King's request, Zhang Xiaofan had gone to the Ghost King Sect's main altar, where he met the sect members. When they learned that Zhang Xiaofan had become their vice sect master, quite a few disciples voiced complaints. After all, in the three battles at the Wildlands, Liubo, and Heaven-Reaching Peak, the disciples of Big Bamboo Peak alone had caused these people of the Holy Sect terrible losses.
Though the Demon Sect was called the Demon Sect by the righteous path, there were still bonds of affection between them. Many of their relatives and friends had lost their lives in those three battles. How could they calmly accept Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Big Bamboo Peak, becoming their vice sect master? Moreover, they did not believe at all that Zhang Xiaofan could lead them against the righteous path.
Zhang Xiaofan did not care about these people's wishes. He slowly swept his gaze over the Ghost King Sect disciples gathered before him at the main altar. His original intention had not been