Those who grew old without dying became crafty rogues. Qian Chongling had lived so long that a few taunts from these doomed men of the Clear Sky Sect meant nothing to him.
But Qian Chongling committed one remark firmly to memory: Could he be Qian Xunji's son?
Qian Chongling glanced at the old man who had spoken so brazenly, then shook his head with a smile and asked Tang Qishi, "So you have no intention of giving us an explanation for Tang Hao joining forces with a humanoid soul beast to attack the former Pope?"
"Ah Yin is human! She's my daughter-in-law, not a soul beast! This is nothing but an excuse your Spirit Hall fabricated to harm the couple!"
Looking at the smug, fearless expression of Tang Qishi, the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, Qian Chongling waved a hand. "In that case, there's nothing more to say!"
Qian Chongling turned and called down the mountain, "Everyone, come up!"
No sooner had his words fallen than more than a dozen overwhelmingly powerful auras surged from the foot of the Clear Sky Sect's mountain. In an instant, their owners flew from the foot to the summit.
"Poison Douluo, sorry for the trouble, but please clear the field first."
Indeed, Qian Chongling had brought Dugu Bo along this time for a very simple reason: to let the Clear Sky Sect taste what it was like to have every disciple of its younger generation poisoned to death.
Dugu Bo grinned. "Of course, old master."
He had been a member of Spirit Hall for several decades. Aside from eating well, drinking well, and cultivating every day, all he did was fool around with his two buddies, Ghost and Chrysanthemum. As for opportunities to earn merit, he had never had a single