"What justice are you seeking?" Huang Xuequan asked.
"The previous palace master was an old friend of mine. I happened to have business with him," Ancestor Wu Ling said.
"But I heard he seemed to have died. Could Palace Master Huang give me an explanation?"
Huang Xuequan's expression darkened slightly. He turned to glance at Wu Zhaodi and finally understood where his trump card came from.
"Senior, just state your terms," Huang Xuequan said.
Everyone understood this sort of thing perfectly well. There was no point in playing deaf and mute.
"You killed him, didn't you?" Ancestor Wu Ling asked with a smile.
"A life for a life—this has been the rule since ancient times. Do we still need to discuss terms?"
The moment those words fell, the atmosphere instantly grew tense.
"Is the Haotian Sect going to war with us?" Huang Xuequan asked.
"Is this your personal intention, or the Haotian Sect's?"
"Look at this formation. What do you think?" Ancestor Wu Ling replied.
"Then let war come. Do you think I fear you?"
"It seems the Haotian Sect came prepared," Huang Xuequan said gravely.
"I don't understand. What did that remnant promise you that you were willing to pay such a price?"
Naturally, Huang Xuequan did not believe Ancestor Wu Ling's claim that he had been friends with the former palace master.
If Tianluan Immortal Palace were destroyed, the entire Southern Region would likely become like muddy waters, churned into an unimaginable mess.
All the Haotian Sect wanted was an excuse to destroy them.
"Palace Master Huang, I can spare your Tianluan Immortal Palace. All you need to do is take your own life before me," Ancestor Wu Ling said again with a smile.
"Since the Haotian Sect refuses to leave us a way to live, there is