The Chaoyuan Sword Sect.
Sword Peak.
Sect Leader He Qin, Wan Qifeng of the Spirit Artifact Pavilion, Medicine King Valley's master Ma Changcheng, and a host of elders and stewards of various ranks sat in the council hall, seething with indignation.
"They've gone too far!"
"A demon bringing chaos to the world!"
"This time, that whelp won't leave alive."
"The Righteous Alliance is nothing but a rabble. Once Lin Bai is captured, they'll scatter like monkeys when their tree falls. They're nothing to worry about."
"That whelp has no idea what he's facing! We're not soft persimmons like the Five Evil Sects, for him to squeeze however he pleases..."
The council hall was as noisy as a marketplace.
They had all been living and cultivating according to their routines, each keeping to their own waters. The occasional scuffles between sects never hurt their foundations.
Then a shit-stirring stick like Lin Bai had suddenly appeared, forcing them into all kinds of chaotic struggles, with homes ransacked and sects exterminated at every turn. Who could feel comfortable with that?
Worse still, this shit-stirring stick had a dazzling record of victories. He was both foul and unyielding, which made them feel even worse.
And so.
These cultivators appeared to be mocking Lin Bai, but in truth, they were more like people trying to bolster their own courage.
Lin Bai always said the Heaven-Sent Ones were a calamity.
But to the cultivators of the Chaoyuan Sword Sect, he was plainly the greatest calamity in the world. Compared to Lin Bai, the commotion the Heaven-Sent Ones had stirred up was like fireflies competing with the bright moon—not worth mentioning.
As for why things between Lin Bai and them had reached this point, no one cared anymore.
"Quiet." He Qin, leader of the Chaoyuan