"Where do you cultivate, sir?"
"I don't belong to any sect worth mentioning. I simply cultivate on my own."
Daoist Yunfeng looked thoughtful. So he was a rogue cultivator.
But... more and more disciples were gathering outside.
Daoist Yunfeng frowned slightly. This was likely to blow up.
Sure enough, a little while later...
The elders of the Disciplinary Hall heard the news and hurried over as well.
The rumors grew more outrageous with every telling.
There was rarely such a spectacle to watch in the Yikun Sect, and the Seven Peaks Sword Gathering had only recently ended.
Many cultivators who had come from all corners of the world were still staying at the Yikun Sect.
Hearing there was a spectacle to watch, they all flocked over to join the crowd.
Li Ping'an had already drunk his fifth cup of tea, yet Zhang Yuan was still nowhere to be seen.
His expression had darkened somewhat.
His eyes were closed, his fingers tapping on the table.
"Where is Zhang Yuan?"
Daoist Yunfeng asked with considerable impatience.
Seeing the crowd outside growing larger and larger, he feared there would be no way to bring this to a satisfactory close.
"Hahaha, what's going on? So many people gathered all at once."
Someone strolled over.
It was the head of Lingxiao Temple, a man of considerable standing within the Daoist lineage of Yong Province.
At a time like this, many other cultivators knew this was an internal affair of the Yikun Sect and that it would be inappropriate to get involved, so they merely watched from outside.
The head of Lingxiao Temple held such high standing that he paid no mind to such things.
He walked into the hall without the slightest reservation, making no effort to keep out of it.
"A minor matter. I