The Fourth Elder had never imagined that the grandson he had taught would one day use the Azure Tide Sect's formations to torment its disciples. He remembered clearly that he had taught him these formations as a child so he could protect himself. Now they were being used against disciples of his own sect.
The Fourth Elder was heartbroken and dispirited, yet he still had no way to deal with his grandson.
The Seventh Elder continued making a show of scribbling on the ground, while Chu Mojin remained cold-faced, glancing at him from time to time.
"Your physical body is in the City Lord's Residence, isn't it?"
Chu Mojin's words made Sun Dong's expression change, but he soon laughed again. "So what if you know? Can you break this formation?"
Then he looked at the Seventh Elder, who was crouching on the ground.
"The Azure Tide Sect really does get worse every year. The young charge in without a care, and the old spend ages calculating without figuring out a thing. If I remember correctly, this is your own formation, isn't it?"
The Seventh Elder wanted to spit right in his face. If he had not been covering for Chu Luohen inside, he would have jumped up and beaten him long ago.
Furious, the Fourth Elder pointed at Sun Dong's avatar. "Shut your mouth, you disloyal, treacherous wretch!"
Sun Dong's expression turned cold. "You old fossil, would I have betrayed the Azure Tide Sect if you hadn't insisted on arresting me? You're the culprit behind all these tragedies. Aren't those dead disciples victims of yours, too, in a roundabout way?"
Sun Dong's words drained the color from the Fourth Elder's face.
Chu Mojin dispersed Sun Dong's avatar with a single palm strike. "What an infernal racket."
Seated inside the City