A few days later, at the Mountain Gate of the Heaven Mending Sect.
Dark clouds churned, fierce winds howled, and thunder boomed. A massive purple dragon appeared and vanished amid the clouds.
In an instant, the dragon opened its eyes, blood-red and like two enormous lanterns. The souls of the cultivators below trembled.
Just then, with a swish, an old man emerged from the Heaven Mending Sect's Mountain Gate and asked, "Fellow Daoist of the Demon Dragon Dao, what brings you here?"
"Your Heaven Mending Sect has gone too far! You indulged that Little Fiend as he slew two successive heirs of my sect. You must give me an explanation today!" the purple demon dragon declared, its voice booming like thunder.
"It was merely a dispute among juniors. Deaths and injuries are unavoidable. With cultivation like ours, surely you can take such things in stride?" the Heaven Mending Sect Master said with a smile.
"Hmph, you make it sound so simple..."
Meanwhile, in contrast to the commotion outside, Lin Fan was utterly at ease inside the Heaven Mending Sect, calmly drinking wine.
"Little brother, they've come knocking at our door! How are you not worried at all?" Heavenly God Qingyang asked, pacing back and forth.
"What's there to worry about? Is our Heaven Mending Sect afraid of the Demon Dragon Dao Sect?" Lin Fan replied calmly, draining the fine wine in his cup.
"Don't underestimate the Demon Dragon Dao Sect. According to the Cult Master, the founder behind it has an extraordinary background and is terrifyingly powerful. They might be no less formidable than the Immortal Palace," Heavenly God Qingyang warned.
Lin Fan nodded. He knew this well enough-it was simply connected to a few Remnant Immortals. Even so, he remained unhurried.
After all, those four had been crippled in