What arrogant words!
A thunderous shout rolled out from the depths of Moon-Covering Hall like a clap of lightning.
Before the words had faded, a gaunt old man in gray robes appeared beside Ink-Robed Dao Lord.
Ink-Robed Dao Lord immediately lost his former arrogance and promptly bowed to the gaunt old man.
"This disciple, Ink-Robed, pays respects to Elder Zhu Tui."
The gaunt old man called Zhu Tui did not even spare Ink-Robed a glance. He slowly floated out of the mountain gate barrier and, together with Zen Master Guang Hui, hemmed in Song Wen and Ye Bing from opposite sides.
"In a place as impoverished in spiritual energy and resources as Qicang Island, the fact that you have cultivated to the Integrated Body Realm shows that your talent is exceptional. In consideration of how difficult your cultivation has been, I will give you an opportunity. So long as you sincerely submit to me and serve at my beck and call from this day forth, I can recommend you to join the Divine Blood Sect. Not only can I help you leave the pill-sized place that is Qicang Island and cultivate on the Eastern Profound Continent, I can also grant you the position of a sect deacon."
Zhu Tui spoke in a commanding tone, as though he were bestowing an immense favor upon Song Wen.
Moreover, his tone was utterly certain, as if he had already decided that Song Wen could not refuse.
"Zhu Tui... is it? You must be the support Ink-Robed summoned from the Divine Blood Sect. But you are merely at the Integrated Body Late Stage, so you should only be an outer sect elder of the Divine Blood Sect. And you dare recruit me to serve you?" Song Wen said.
Zhu Tui's eyes narrowed slightly.
When