Luohu's voice still echoed through the cavernous Main Hall, his low, steady tone carrying a trace of undisguised desire for recognition.
Within a million li, no one dared covet the Interception Sect anymore.
That casually delivered sentence concealed ruthless methods and savage slaughter, and everyone present knew it.
What sort of being was Luohu?
The "cleanup" he spoke of certainly did not mean gently persuading anyone to leave, much less issuing a restrained warning.
It meant actual slaughter, forcing every faction that dared covet the Interception Sect to pay in blood.
Yet now, this once-insufferably arrogant Demon Ancestor stood inside Biyou Palace with his head slightly bowed, speaking respectfully like a loyal subordinate reporting to his master.
Had an outsider witnessed this scene, their jaw would probably have dropped, and they would have thought they had fallen under some illusion.
Yet something even more astonishing was still to come.
Sect Master Tongtian sat upright on the Cloud Bed, his gaze sweeping between Luohu and Gu Changqing, a flicker of complex emotion passing through his abyss-deep eyes.
He said nothing.
Because Gu Changqing had directed this matter from the very beginning.
From forcefully ensuring Luohu's survival, to settling him in the shadows of Golden Ao Island, to entrusting him with the duty of "protecting the Interception Sect's Dao"-
Every step had been Gu Changqing's handiwork.
Though Sect Master Tongtian was the head of the Interception Sect, he had long since stopped bothering to inquire into this disciple's arrangements.
Because he knew that everything Gu Changqing did, however casual it appeared, invariably carried a deeper meaning.
And now, he wanted to see how this disciple of his would respond to Luohu's report, so clearly intended to win recognition.
A brief silence settled over Biyou Palace.
Gu Changqing sat askew on a jade