"Ancestor Mohe," Ji Ruobing said with a slight frown.
"As the Holy Maiden, you should have been a leader among the younger generation, setting an example."
Ancestor Mohe said flatly, "Yet now, over such trivial matters, you are dueling in your own sect's Immortal City. What kind of conduct is this? Where is even a trace of a Holy Maiden's bearing?"
Ancestor Mohe wore a gray robe and held a string of prayer beads as he sat cross-legged.
A golden wheel flickered behind his head, and an immensely powerful aura surged around him.
It was clear that although his true body had not descended, merely this remnant image had already placed invisible pressure upon many people present.
Before Ji Ruobing could respond to Ancestor Mohe's words—
Laughter suddenly rang out from nearby.
"Ancestor Mohe, you are making too much of it. It is merely a conflict between juniors. Why elevate it to such a serious matter?"
Everyone turned to look again.
The void beside Ancestor Mohe began to shift as well.
An elderly man in ancient robes, with the air of an immortal and the bones of a Daoist sage, stepped out from the void.
"Venerable Qingfeng," Ancestor Mohe called out with a slight frown upon seeing him.
"Brother Mohe has yet to understand what happened. Why make a judgment with a single word?"
Venerable Qingfeng said with a smile.
"Greetings, Ancestor," Ji Ruobing greeted Venerable Qingfeng with a smile.
It was not difficult to see that the Slaughter Immortal Sect had been divided into two factions.
Ancestor Mohe likely belonged to the Holy Son's faction, while Venerable Qingfeng belonged to Ji Ruobing's side.
"Bing'er, what exactly happened?
You may tell us now," Venerable Qingfeng said with a smile.
"As the main city of our Slaughter Immortal Sect, this Immortal