Hall Master Zhang could hardly believe his old eyes. He hurriedly rubbed them hard, then looked again.
Although that fellow had shaved off his beard and was going a little bald, Zhang would have recognized that old face even if it had been burned to ashes!
"Good heavens! Even the Sect Master's own Senior Brother has come here to sponge off the spiritual qi!"
Then... what did he have left to worry about?!
He immediately suppressed his anger, cupped his fists toward Fang Yuan, and repeatedly said, "Yes, yes, of course!"
Then he hurried over to Lu Qingshan and plopped down beside him. The Sect Master's assignment, his chance at an unparalleled achievement-he tossed them all beyond the ninth heaven.
Seizing this once-in-an-age opportunity was his greatest task right now!
In any case, if the Sect Master blamed him, he would simply say Lu Qingshan had invited him and dragged him over!
Surely she couldn't stab her own Senior Brother twice as well?
With that thought, all his pressure vanished like smoke, and he began sucking in spiritual qi with a perfectly clear conscience.
Meanwhile, in the Sect Master’s Main Hall.
Mu Qinglan was pacing anxiously back and forth.
She could clearly sense that the concentration of spiritual qi in the sect had fallen to less than a tenth of its former level!
Even the fortyfold spirit-gathering array in her Sect Master Hall could barely draw in any spiritual qi.
Something might have gone terribly wrong with the main spirit vein beneath the sect!
She waited there bitterly for news from the hall masters, and that wait lasted two full days.
Yet not only had she received no news from those twelve hall masters, but even her Senior Brother Lu Qingshan, whom she had personally dispatched, had sent back