On the Dao Tablets, light flickered and dimmed.
The lingering echo of that sinister voice had yet to fade when a suffocating air settled over the hall.
Xuan Yang's expression did not change, nor did he take offense.
He knew these old relics' temperaments all too well.
Having lived for who knew how many years, every one of them was arrogantly self-assured. None would submit to another; even aboard the same boat, their mutual trust was thinner than a cicada's wing.
But then again...
The corner of his mouth twitched. He understood how absurd this was, yet the words had come from Xuan Yang himself.
Was the dignity of his Pure Yang Lineage really worth so little?
At that thought,
Xuan Yang spoke unhurriedly, his voice utterly devoid of emotional ripples.
"Why would this old man fabricate nonsense out of thin air? It has been barely more than a year since that girl rose to prominence in the String-Hearing Realm. Her monstrous talent has always been far beyond anything you or I could fathom."
Besides,
they knew of the girl, but they had never truly paid her much mind.
After all, they were each the seated heads of their Dao Orthodoxy. Who would spend every day watching some little girl after eating their fill...? Each seated head had a Dao Orthodoxy to manage and matters of their own to attend to.
A little girl of unknown origins, no matter how gifted, was not worth their daily attention.
At most, they would glance at her every now and then.
The only one who had truly invested any thought in her was Xuan Yang.
"If you do not believe me,"
Xuan Yang's voice turned cold.
"Then go take a look for yourselves."
The moment those words fell,
the three Dao Tablets fell