At some point, the demon had already arrived outside the main hall.
None of the Void Step cultivators present had expected Yang Sui to possess such audacity.
"I heard you all were looking for me?"
Su Che's eyes fixed upon Hu Deyi in the distance.
"It was merely a minor misunderstanding. Does the Myriad Spirits Sect intend to become enemies with the Longevity Sect as well?"
Hu Deyi rose to his feet and looked at Su Che.
"You press people too hard, brother. I fear that is not the way to endure for long."
Without a sound, he had already unfolded his domain. Hu Deyi's figure nearly vanished; in everyone's eyes, a savage beast seemed to be crouching where he stood, snarling incessantly. Yet the beast each person saw was different.
"The path of cultivation seeks within oneself and borrows nothing from external things. Your sect's inheritance has already fallen into the lower ranks." Su Che looked at Hu Deyi and could not help shaking his head. "If you had not secluded yourselves in one corner, your enemies would likely have long since picked your sect apart."
Hu Deyi's expression turned solemn.
"Whether our sect has fallen into the lower ranks is not for Your Excellency to concern yourself with. With all these fellow Daoists gathered here today, it is not your turn to run wild here."
"Madman!"
Zhu He rose to his feet.
"Do not behave so wildly here. With so many fellow cultivators present, now that you have come, you will not be leaving."
Su Che looked at Zhu He and suddenly asked,
"When you woke this morning, did your breath suddenly turn foul?"
"Hm?"
"Every half hour, foul fluid flows from your seven apertures."
Zhu He remained silent, his face dark.
Because every word Su Che spoke