Si Chen had not used ropes, of course.
For the people of Undying Mountain, this was home.
But for the eleven Immortal Emperors, Chen Xu included, it felt more like a cage than the Mortal Forbidden Zone did.
The instant they stirred their Immortal Essence-even if they merely entertained the thought-the formation would lock onto their aura. The feeling was more suffocating than being bound with ropes.
Apart from Si Ming, who remained fairly at ease, everyone wore a rather ugly expression.
Si Kai hesitated for a moment, apparently unsure how to address him. In the end, he merely said...
"Senior, please."
His tone was neither respectful nor rude.
Although Si Ming looked carefree, he was clearly rather speechless as well.
In all his long years, he had secretly met quite a few descendants of the Si Household. But this was the first time any had called him a fiend of the crooked path and swung a great big palm at his face-and three of them had done it at once.
He shook his head and headed outside. The other Immortal Emperors had no choice but to rise and follow.
Ye Fu glanced at her husband, then nodded to her son before following them. It seemed she also had questions for this "ancestor."
The hall suddenly became more than half empty.
Jiang Ling stood where she was, arms folded, her face dark enough to wring ink from.
She glanced toward the departing Immortal Emperors beyond the hall doors. In the end, she said nothing, merely snorted coldly and swept away with a flick of her sleeves.
After two steps, she suddenly kicked over the chairs those Immortal Emperors had occupied.
Bang!
The chairs shattered instantly, and the fragments struck several beside them, sending a whole row crashing down.
Everyone