Before the bronze mirror.
Zhao Qianjue's face was livid as his narrow eyes stared gloomily at the churning gray mist within the mirror, the chill around him nearly solidifying into substance.
The gray mist remained silent for a long while.
Only after some time did that aged, hoarse voice slowly drift out:
"Branch Master Zhao, do not be angered. This elder would first like to ask you something—do you know this old man's background?"
"..."
Zhao Qianjue furrowed his brow but did not reply.
The sixteen branches of the Baleful Yin Sect each held their own territory. The branch masters, along with the eight great protectors, were mostly direct descendants of the four great Demon Sects of Holy Frontier Prefecture.
For instance, the Zhao lineage to which he belonged came from the direct branch of the Myriad Poisons Sect, once of Holy Frontier Prefecture.
As for the master of the Baleful Yin Sect and the four great elders beneath him, they had always been elusive and rarely showed themselves.
The sect's protectors and branch masters knew little of the upper echelon's backgrounds. They only knew that Hatred and Liu Zonglin were all true disciples of the White Bone Sacred Sect, a supreme sect of the Yue Kingdom.
Seeing Zhao Qianjue remain silent for so long, the aged voice gave a derisive chuckle, then said unhurriedly:
"This old man and the sect master came from the same school and cultivate the White Bone Thirty-Ninefold Emperor-Forging Nether Canon..."
"So what if you came from the same school? So what if your cultivation arts are alike?" Zhao Qianjue said coldly.
"Ha, Branch Master Zhao truly does not understand the foundations of our White Bone Sacred Sect..."
From within the gray mist, the aged voice carried a faint smile.
"The sect master cultivates the