"Fellow Daoist Liang, I heard the patriarch of your Liang Clan was slain by that Ding Jun of White Jade Capital. Do you really intend to do nothing about it?"
A Goatee Old Man looked at Ancestor Liang with a smile.
White Jade Capital's Dao Seed, Ding Jun, had revealed all his edge today, slaying quite a few powerful cultivators.
Among them were members of the Liang Clan.
Seeing Ancestor Liang remain silent, the Goatee Old Man decided to add fuel to the flames. "If I remember correctly, that should be your blood relative, shouldn't it?"
Not a ripple crossed Ancestor Liang's face.
The Liang Clan patriarch mentioned by the Goatee Old Man was, by reckoning, his own grandson.
But... so what?
"I have severed myself from the past."
The Goatee Old Man chuckled. "Fellow Daoist Liang truly has a steadfast Dao Heart."
Seeing that Ancestor Liang had no intention of acting, he said no more.
Could this old fellow really have changed his nature?
Ancestor Liang had come to the Myriad Laws Palace several years ago.
He had not taken a single step off the mountain.
Every day, he remained in his own cave dwelling, cultivating in seclusion.
The Goatee Old Man was one of the few Myriad Laws Palace elders who knew Ancestor Liang reasonably well.
Only after the Goatee Old Man descended the mountain did Ancestor Liang return to his room.
There, he saw that the walls were densely carved with formation patterns.
He sat at the center.
The next instant—
The formation light flared brilliantly.
Ancestor Liang's figure vanished into thin air. When he reappeared, he had already arrived in a mystical space.
This was still the Myriad Laws Palace, merely a concealed spatial node.
It was located within Yellow Dragon Peak.
The owner of Yellow