Fang Daoling still looked like a young man.
After advancing to the Purple Palace, he carried an air of authority and solemnity rarely seen before. Looking at Zeng Qingshui, he said, "You are... from the Vast Sea Sect, Xuankan's former junior brother."
He let out a faint sigh, and even the moisture in the air seemed to gain weight.
Though he had not uttered a single reproach, that weight was like a mountain, crushing Zeng Qingshui's spine.
Even the heavens and earth outside were shrouded in dark clouds, and before long, a light rain began to fall...
Drip. Drip.
The rain pattered down upon the pavilion's eaves, falling like a curtain of pearls.
Zeng Qingshui did not even dare raise his head. "That is so... Senior Brother Xuankan's talent and natural gifts far surpassed mine. Master once said that the sect's revival could only rest upon him!"
Fang Daoling was lost in melancholy for a long while before his tone gradually turned cold and stern. "Heh... and in the end, did it not still end with the mountain destroyed and its people dead? After I attained divine powers, I went to Xituo Commandery, where your Vast Sea Sect was located, and investigated with my divine powers... Otherwise, how could your Vast Sea Sect have survived until now?"
If a Purple Palace True Person wished to know something, a mere Vast Sea Sect truly had no power to stop him.
If no other beings of higher standing interfered, he could even trace the karmic threads of history. With a pinch of his fingers, everything could be calculated.
Zeng Qingshui merely kowtowed, yet inwardly he relaxed. He knew that this True Person understood the entire chain of cause and effect and would not vent his anger upon him.
Back then, the Vast