None of Them Were Wrong

The voice held nine parts excitement and one part worry.

Wait, hadn't it just been about to explain why?

Why had it stopped?

Si Yaoxie and Immortal Hàn Rì had both been famous figures back then!

What had happened to them?

But the Sect Masters' dispute was more pressing, so they suppressed their curiosity and hurried toward the Main Hall.

Before they even drew near, they felt wave after wave of powerful Spiritual Power surging from it.

Li Zi's Cultivation was low. Midway through Sword Flight, the surge nearly blew her away.

She hurriedly found a spot, hugged a pillar, and settled in to watch the spectacle.

The other disciples couldn't intervene either. With those two formidable figures facing off, all they could do was watch from afar.

Fortunately, the sect elders arrived in time, sparing the Main Peak Hall the fate of being destroyed by the pair.

The First Elder stepped between the two Sect Masters, whose eyes had gone red. "Enough. Both of you, settle down. Don't make a spectacle of yourselves for the younger generation."

The Demon-Refining Sect Master looked like an eccentric old woman in her seventies. Rumor had it this was only one of her bodies. She also had one with the face of a maiden as lovely as a flower, though she appeared in it only occasionally.

The Demon-Refining Sect lived up to its name: it refined Demon Evils, and its Cultivation Methods were designed specifically to counter Evil Spirits.

The Sect Master's Cultivation had reached a point where she could turn the Demon Evils she refined to her own use. At will, she could take on the form of any Demon Evil she had refined.

And the Devil Race was also a kind of Evil Spirit.

In a sense, the Demon-Refining Sect was