"Wealth and honor are like passing clouds; sooner or later, they all come to nothing," Taoist Qingyun told the dark-faced, burly Hu Qian.
As far as he was concerned, those old scores truly could not be brought up again.
Hu Qian gave another cold laugh. "Du Ziyun, you certainly enjoy your peaceful leisure. But have you ever thought about how the rest of us have scraped through all these years?"
Daoist Qingyun's breath caught noticeably, and his face paled.
Seeing his expression change, Hu Qian knew that Taoist Qingyun still remembered what he was referring to. He promptly continued without any further courtesy. "Since you still remember, you have no right to stop me."
But Taoist Qingyun sighed inwardly. "You see wealth and honor there, without realizing it's a pit."
"Even if it's a pit, we'll have to bury ourselves in it. What can we do? This is the only chance fate has dealt us in this lifetime," Hu Qian said carelessly.
Daoist Qingyun shook his head in clear disagreement. "Times are no longer what they were. Keeping the realm stable is the soundest choice."
Hu Qian impatiently snapped, "Just tell me whether you'll give it to me!"
Daoist Qingyun shook his head. "I'm afraid you won't get your wish."
"Then why am I standing here wasting words with you? Since you're unwilling, don't blame me for disregarding our old ties."
Hu Qian waved a hand, and the men behind him surged forward to attack Taoist Qingyun.
The young Taoist attendants behind Daoist Qingyun also stepped forward to stand beside him.
Without another word, the two sides clashed.
In an instant, the normally tranquil White Cloud Taoist Temple rang with battle cries.
Daoist Qingyun was no longer as calm as still water. With a fly whisk in hand, he beat