The others, once they recovered, all looked relieved. They understood now: the visit was only a congratulatory one in name. Its real purpose was to apologize.
Tang Changsheng was a man of considerable standing now. Surely he would not keep hounding them?
"And take the Ritual Refinement formula for the Jade Ruyi with you!"
Those last words stunned Bai Qufei. "Grandmaster!" he cried.
But Bai Ruhui waved a hand. "Go."
Bai Qufei walked out in a daze, humiliation choking him so badly he wanted to spit blood.
It was not that the Jade Ruyi's Ritual Refinement formula was too precious to give Tang Changsheng.
Years ago, Bai Ruhui had personally used the Jade Ruyi to strike at Tang Changsheng with the power of a Half-Step Earth Immortal, intending to blast him to death.
Yet Tang Changsheng had not only survived—he had somehow seized Bai Ruhui's Jade Ruyi. He had even refined away the Divine Sense Bai Ruhui had lodged within it.
It was an outrageous humiliation, as though a disciple who had not even reached the Illusory Spirit stage had slapped a Half-Step Earth Immortal across the face.
For a long time afterward, Whitehead Island had been the laughingstock of countless sects.
Now Bai Ruhui wanted to hand over the Jade Ruyi's Ritual Refinement formula. That plainly meant Whitehead Island was thoroughly afraid of Tang Changsheng. They were offering him their cheek to slap, hoping it would ease his anger...
When Bai Qufei looked at the other disciples, he found that the unease had vanished from the faces of Bai Wu, Bai Yunwen, Tan Zhen, and the rest. They, too, were filled with humiliation.
Though Whitehead Island ranked rather low among the 172 sects, its inheritance ran primarily through the Bai Clan. With so many clan members among its ranks,