The looks in the eyes of the cultivators in the hall finally changed.
Thunder Flood Dragon said coldly, "Budong, you really do have some weight to you. To think you have taken the immortal realm this far in just a few decades."
True Lord Budong stood with the tower resting on his palm, his expression still composed. Scarlet-gold Buddha light draped over his shoulders like a Wisdom King kasaya.
"Thunder Flood Dragon, it is not your place to bully the people of my Demon Lotus Sect." Those words warmed the hearts of everyone from the Demon Lotus Sect.
But before that warmth could gather into momentum, Old Man Tianchi suddenly opened his eyes beside them.
The old man was as thin as firewood. Now, he merely tapped a knuckle against his Blackwood Staff, and dense puppet markings surfaced along it, transforming into a grayish-white rules thread in an instant.
Puppet rules.
Over a hundred years ago, Old Man Tianchi had condensed a rules thread through the way of puppets. He rarely took action, but the aura he had revealed a few years earlier already placed him among Nascent Soul late stage great cultivators.
The way of puppets was insidious and uncanny. It spread silently like ten thousand invisible threads, winding around the Buddha light spilling from the Vajra Mound and wearing away its outer radiance inch by inch.
Only then did Old Man Tianchi speak slowly. "Why use magic treasures at the Golden Scales Alliance Meeting? This is no martial training ground. You are all true lords presiding over your own domains. Why take things this far?"
He sounded as though he was mediating a quarrel, yet his puppet thread rules did not stop for an instant.
"The Demon Lotus Sect certainly has weight to it. When your sect leader's