Outside the gates of the Moon-Covering Hall, several guards froze in place.
Beyond their horror, they had simply never seen anyone dare act so brazenly at the Moon-Covering Hall.
"Have the Ink-Robed Dao Lord come out to meet me at once, or I will slaughter everyone in the Moon-Covering Hall," Song Wen said coldly.
In truth, there was no need for the guards to relay his message. Song Wen's voice had already carried clearly throughout the Moon-Covering Hall's grounds.
The next moment, a figure shot out from deep within the Moon-Covering Hall.
But the newcomer did not leave the gates. Instead, he faced Song Wen from a distance, with the barrier at the gates between them.
"Who are you, and how dare you run wild at my Moon-Covering Hall?" Although the newcomer could clearly sense that Song Wen's cultivation surpassed his, and that no one in the entire Moon-Covering Hall was a match for him, he showed Song Wen no trace of reverence or fear.
"You are the Ink-Robed Dao Lord?" Song Wen asked instead of answering.
"And what if I am?" the man replied.
"A mere late-stage Void Refinement cultivator, and you dare call yourself a Dao Lord?"
There was a measure of mockery in Song Wen's tone.
Then his tone shifted, and he continued.
"Three hundred and seventy years ago, you led your men into the Ganchang Wasteland and wiped out the Ye Family of Shangchu City. Tell me, did Ye Bing die at your hands back then or not?"
"Ye Bing?"
A thoughtful look crossed the Ink-Robed Dao Lord's face. After a brief moment of contemplation, he said,
"Now I remember! Yes, I destroyed the Ye Family. As for that lowly wench Ye Bing... Hmph! Being favored by me was her good fortune, yet she failed to