Inside the funeral parlor, Bai Xuanling naturally took the seat of honor.
Chen Mouguang knew his place. Even though there were seats farther away, he and his squad remained standing, not daring to sit.
It was not out of fear, for aside from the Sect Leader, Bai Xuanling had never punished disciples from other peaks.
It was a silent form of respect.
Throughout the Heavenly Derivation Sect, Bai Xuanling's stories were the most widely told.
When it came to stories, every cultivator who joined the sect would invariably hear a few of Bai Xuanling's tales, full of twists and turns.
The stories of Bai Xuanling's earlier years were richly legendary: a genius cultivator who dared to draw her sword and advance, whatever the time or circumstance, and never readily retreated.
She had been gravely wounded and had suffered defeat, but she had never conceded.
A top cultivator decisive in killing, who had carved out a name for herself that struck awe throughout Central Province.
And the entire Heavenly Derivation Sect knew that when Bai Xuanling earned the name "Living Yama" through slaughter, she had actually drawn her sword for the Heavenly Derivation Sect.
Bai Xuanling's contributions to the Heavenly Derivation Sect were beyond question, so whenever she raised her arm and called for trouble to be made for the Sect Leader, quite a few other peak masters would answer.
Aside from finding the Sect Leader an eyesore, most of the time, those peak masters simply admired Bai Xuanling as a cultivator.
Thus, only three people were seated in the room at that moment.
Bai Xuanling, Chu Xingchen, and Chen Baiqing.
Bai Xuanling looked at Chu Xingchen with a chuckle. She understood this talented young man who had won her approval well enough. If he had interrupted her performance, it meant