The angry roar shook the hall. The elders sat with lowered heads, and no one dared speak out of turn. The atmosphere in the great hall grew ever more oppressive.
Lu Renkuang swept a cold gaze across the room, his expression turning even gloomier.
"Hmph!"
"Yesterday, I merely reprimanded him a few times, yet the Sixth Elder skipped today's regular meeting. If he cannot even endure a few words, how can he accomplish great things?"
"He has occupied an elder's position for a thousand years, yet possesses only such meager tolerance. I am truly disappointed in him!"
The elders exchanged furtive glances, each fearing for himself.
Just as the Great Elder was about to speak, Lu Renkuang began cursing outright!
"Zhao Fuquan only knows a little about concealment movement techniques. After several thousand years, he has yet to comprehend the Savage Blade Three Forms. With such talent, does he deserve to flaunt his abilities before me?"
"A piece of trash with no self-awareness like him—let alone making excuses to skip the regular meeting—even if he wishes to join another sect, let him go!"
"All elders must take this as a warning. Do not think that a little merit allows you to disregard the sect's rules. My Savage Blade Heavenly Sect is brimming with talent; we have never lacked any one person!"
The elders hurriedly bowed, all wearing looks of reverence.
The Great Elder did the same.
The regular meeting continued.
Throughout the entire meeting, the stiffly seated elders did not dare utter another word. Only after the meeting ended and they respectfully saw off the Sect Master did the elders disperse.
Several elders left the great hall and passed through several palace gates.
Only then did they dare let out long breaths.
"Alas, the Sixth Elder's years of toil will