Inside the Council Hall, a refined-looking man of about thirty stood with his hands clasped behind his back. To his left and slightly ahead sat Ming Qing and Gao Kunheng, the two Deputy Sect Leaders of the Misty Sect.
The man was unarmed, his face carrying an air of arrogance. He did not even glance at Ming Qing and Gao Kunheng, merely fixing his gaze on every corner of the Council Hall, greedily drinking it in inch by inch, as though he had long yearned for it.
Seeing the chilly atmosphere in the hall, Gao Kunheng coughed and said, "You claim to be Chu Yunfei of the Misty Sect. Why have you lost your voice now that you are inside this Council Hall? Could it be... that you are mocking our Misty Sect?"
"Your Misty Sect?" Chu Yunfei withdrew his gaze and looked scornfully at Ming Qing and Gao Kunheng. He could not help sneering. "The Misty Sect has always belonged to the Misty Sect disciples. Since when did it become the 'Misty Sect' spoken of by Incense-Passing Cult disciples? I came to the Misty Sect, naturally, to speak with the Great Gang Leader of the Misty Sect. You are not the Great Gang Leader of the Misty Sect, so why should I speak with you?"
Gao Kunheng clearly had not expected this Misty Sect disciple named Chu Yunfei to show him so little face. The moment he opened his mouth, he was blocked back by a string of "Misty Sect"s. His face reddened slightly, and he clenched his fist, about to fly into a rage, when Ming Qing raised a hand to stop him and said with a light laugh, "The Misty Sect is the Misty Sect. No matter whose it was before or whose it will be in