"That is indeed strange!" Qian Yuming chimed in. "Since this paifang is not your Ling family's property, why is it still standing here?"
"Hehe." Qian Yuming's words were quite grating, yet Ling Zhengyi did not grow angry. He glanced at Pu Jianyuan and smiled. "This poor Daoist recalls that Flying Phoenix Ridge also seems to have a paifang, bearing the words 'Yunming.' It has even less to do with Flying Phoenix Ridge. Could it be that Fellow Daoist Pu has similar plans?"
Pu Jianyuan's expression changed as he said coldly, "That is an internal matter of my Flying Phoenix Ridge. Does Fellow Daoist Ling not think he is asking too much?"
"Hehe, yes, this poor Daoist has indeed asked too much!" Ling Zhengyi spread his hand. "Three fellow Daoists, please!"
Pu Jianyuan and the other two followed Ling Zhengyi through the paifang. After ascending several more tiers of pavilions and passing many Ling family disciples, they arrived before a rather large hall.
The hall was ancient in style and not small in scale. It did not look much like the work of a cultivation family. Before they even entered, Zhan Yu sighed again. "Fellow Daoist Ling, it is not that this poor Daoist speaks too much, but though this hall of Misty Mountain is not large, its bearing is majestic and grand indeed. Compared to the halls of my Huanghua Sect, it loses nothing. It truly exceeds this poor Daoist's expectations!"
Qian Yuming nodded as well. "What this poor Daoist feels is precisely what Fellow Daoist Zhan thinks. This poor Daoist has visited quite a few families, yet has never seen such a magnificent hall."
"Fellow Daoists, please." Ling Zhengyi smiled bitterly. "This hall is like the paifang as well. We only know that it was passed down by my