What could not be endured if this could be endured?
After seeing off the trouble-laden Lord of Poyang, Miaogaotian was so enraged he wanted to kill someone.
These past few days, receiving and seeing off immortals from every quarter had nearly worn this Tribulation Dharma Grandmaster's temper away.
Our Northern Pole Origin Palace was a newly risen Devil Sect power in the Northern Lands, not some know-it-all tavern where any random passerby could come and stomp all over us.
Now every stray cat and dog came asking questions, as though they were clay Bodhisattvas in a temple, free to demand whatever they pleased?
Northern Pole Origin Palace was no pleasure house or brothel, where they could use us and still expect a smiling face.
Yet Miaogaotian still composed himself and prepared to welcome the next wave of visitors.
It was not that he was such a gracious host. The Earth Official Immortal Abode was simply too consequential. All three great Mystic Gate powers had lost people within it, along with the East Sea Sword Palace and a host of other major forces...
The Dharma artifacts, Star Rafs, sect members, and disciples they had thrown into it...
Those hungry wolves were all waiting outside, demanding an explanation.
The most crucial figure, the one who knew the entire course of events best—Yun Luo, young mistress of the Dragon Lord of Qiantang—had vanished without a trace.
As a result, cultivators seeking handouts had packed the Qiantang Dragon Palace from every direction.
No matter how explosive the Dragon Lord of Qiantang's temper was, he could not slaughter them all in one stroke.
Northern Pole Origin Palace was no different.
His senior brother Wrathful Heaven had even advised him to let the matter rest, treat it as a chance to cultivate his character, and patiently