In the Great Luo Heaven, inside the Eight Scenic Palace!
Laozi and Xuandu were both silent and wordless.
The two stared in the direction of the Mount Shu Sword Sect, their gazes gloomy and their faces as dark as water.
A slap in the face!
A bare-faced, blatant slap in the face!
Just before this, Laozi had still been making solemn and confident guarantees.
After this event, not only would he be able to annihilate Mount Shu, but he could also sweep supreme treasures like the Kongtong Seal and the Empress Wa Sword all into his own pockets at once.
When that time came, he would be able to enthrone Xuandu in the supreme and peerless position of fruition among the Human race.
Yet right now, those bold and grandiose words all felt like a fierce, heavy slap swung hard across Laozi's face.
After a long while, Xuandu spoke with utter dejection:
"Master, after this incident, that Gu Changqing's prestige has instead grown ever more blazing like the midday sun."
Hearing Xuandu's words, Laozi also wore an expression utterly devoid of good humor.
"Hmph, did you need to tell me that?"
"Does this seat not know it already?"
Things having reached this point, Laozi was left with nothing more than impotent rage.
Even toward this sole disciple of his, he wore a face full of fury.
Useless wretch!
If you could only possess half the talent and cultivation of that Gu Changqing, how could the Human Sect ever have fallen to such a desolate state?
However, Laozi was a Sage after all.
Within a fleeting moment, he steadied his mind and composure.
He knew that blaming Xuandu was also of no use.
After all, Gu Changqing was truly far too monstrous, something that could be called unprecedented throughout the ages.