Nan Yi was quite courteous this time, which instead left Tongtian momentarily unsure how to respond.
"Mm... I am indeed the new Sect Master of the Sea-Covering Sword Sect."
"As for Ying Dang, he is an Elder of our sect. We heard that envoys from Black Cliff Cave's White Tiger Hall had appeared at Sunken Sky Mountain. Fearing there might be some misunderstanding, we came to pay our respects."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Wei Qing began stamping his feet in anxiety, terrified that the powerful backing he had worked so hard to secure would come crashing down.
"Hmph, a new Sect Master?"
"Who knows what sort of creature you are? You must be a running dog of Prison Suppression!"
"Hasn't Prison Suppression come to attack us precisely because it resents Sunken Sky Mountain for placing itself under Lady Holy Mother Feihong of Black Cliff Cave?"
Tongtian frowned at those words.
He could not help grumbling inwardly. What on earth was all this nonsense?
Jian Wuchen, however, had already witnessed Wei Qing's tricks for turning black into white. Seeing them again left him trembling with rage!
"Is there even half a word of truth in anything you say?"
"Why drag Prison Suppression into this out of nowhere? What does it have to do with our Sea-Covering Sword Sect?"
"You did exactly the same thing last time! You slapped a false accusation on us in front of Nan Yi, then attacked us without another word!"
"If Elders Wang Chen and Zhuge hadn't possessed some strength, we would likely have died here on the spot!"
Now accompanying the Sect Master to Sunken Sky Mountain for the second time, Jian Wuchen had come prepared, keeping a constant watch against Wei Qing's tongue and its tricks for turning black into white.
Tongtian