"Mr. Bai, is there some kind of misunderstanding between us?
Didn't we agree before that Lin Tian Hall would ultimately answer directly to the Heavenly Court?
Using the Soul-Refining Curse Technique to raise cultivation, holding such secretive gatherings, even creating some Saintess position...
This!"
This was practically the unmistakable vibe of a demonic cult from his previous life!
In a side hall of the stone palace, within layers upon layers of array barriers.
Li Changshou sat in a wooden chair while Bai Ze stood beside him. The expression of this one of the Ten Great Demon Commanders of Antiquity was somewhat awkward at the moment...
Outside the two stone doors, Lin Tian Hall's Hall Master and elders had gathered here, temporarily setting aside what they had been doing.
Jiu Jiu pressed herself against the array's light barrier and listened intently, but naturally could not hear anything.
The others were more or less uneasy. After all, when Li Changshou had just appeared, his expression had been truly terrifying...
Soft footsteps sounded from not far away, and several gazes converged in that direction.
It was Jiu Wu, the short Daoist and "steward" of Lin Tian Hall. Holding several jade talismans, he hurried over and quietly asked at the door:
"How is it?"
"They haven't come out yet."
Jiu Shi answered, her face filled with worry as she continued, "I don't know why, but Martial Nephew Changshou suddenly gave me an immense sense of pressure just now."
Jiu Wu smiled. "Madam, Changshou still calls us Martial Uncle and Martial Aunt because he maintains his original respect for us. That is his character.
But he is now a disciple of a Saint Lord. His seniority is who knows how many levels above ours. We absolutely cannot casually call him Martial Nephew anymore. We should