Qian Xunji Calls Clear Sky Sect to Account

By the time the six Clear Sky Sect elders arrived,

the plaza before the Clear Sky Sect's mountain gate was already packed with disciples.

Facing Qian Xunji and his group looking down on them from above, their eyes were bloodshot, their breathing heavy, and their glares furious, yet they dared not speak their anger.

Once upon a time, these people had all been defeated by Clear Sky Sect.

Now, taking advantage of old Sect Master Tang Chen's absence, they had come in force to block the sect's gate. It was utterly outrageous.

Would they have dared act like this if old Sect Master Tang Chen were here?

Even Qian Daoliu was no match for old Sect Master Tang Chen. These people simply did not have the nerve. They would have long since been hammered into the horizon with a single blow from the old sect master.

When the disciples gathered in the plaza saw the six elders arrive, they finally seemed to find their backbone. They began clamoring, each voicing their dissatisfaction to them.

The enormous plaza before the mountain gate boiled with voices, the noise blending into a chaotic din.

Only when Sect Master Tang Tian arrived did the clamor cease.

As the saying went, one could lose the battle, but not the bearing. Tang Tian flew out from Clear Sky Sect's main hall.

Forcing his already battered body to endure, he flew into the air ten meters from Qian Xunji and asked in a deep voice:

"Your Holiness the Pope, Clear Sky Sect has always lived in peace with Spirit Hall. None of our disciples have ever offended Spirit Hall. My father, Tang Chen, is also an old friend of Spirit Hall's Grand Worship, Senior Qian Daoliu. Why has it come to this?"

"You'll have to ask your