At those words, Mo Tianji could not help puffing out his chest.
Lin Ke would not slight someone for no reason, so he immediately said, "Exactly. Supreme Elder Fangshan is right."
Duan Jihong, however, showed no courtesy at all. "Oh, give it a rest. You're almost two hundred, and you still don't know where you stand."
"Lin Ke alone could beat all these disciples and grand-disciples of yours to a pulp."
At those words, Duan Dongqing hurriedly covered his mouth and pulled him aside. "Supreme Elder Fangshan, my uncle suffered a blow to the head from a blunt weapon at the Illusionless Gu Sect."
"I'm afraid he's gone a little mad. I apologize on his behalf."
Elder Fangshan's face was so dark it could have dripped ink.
He took a deep breath, then said to Lin Ke, "Come, young friend Lin Ke. Your senior brothers and sisters are all waiting here for you."
"Duan Dongqing, stop covering your martial uncle's mouth. As if I don't know what he's like."
Duan Dongqing smiled sweetly and stepped back. Duan Jihong snorted through his nostrils and swept True Person Fangshan a disdainful glance. "What are you so full of yourself for?"
"Tch."
Lin Ke entered the Cloud Ink Sect's pavilion, passed through the hall filled with cushions, and arrived at a side hall.
Zong Ya and Zhuge Qi Tian were both seated in the side hall.
True Person Fangshan glanced at the people in the hall and shook his head. "One at the Nascent Soul middle stage, one cultivator with half a foot in the Fusion stage, and another still at the Nascent Soul early stage."
"Your Golden Wing Sect really is getting worse by the day."
"Why are all the people sent to guard the Cloud Dragon Secret Realm juniors? You fall