Hearing the veiled threat in Su Qing's words, Lan Weihai's heart chilled, and he dispensed with courtesy.
"Sorry to trouble you with this, Fellow Daoist Su."
"You may go back and tell Senior Brother Xu that our Lanhai Sect will certainly attend."
Without waiting for Su Qing to reply, Lan Weihai activated the defensive formation, shutting all three of them outside.
"You!"
"Hmph! Fellow Daoist Wei Hai, you should know what Senior Brother Ruoshan wants!"
"I advise you not to dash eggs against a rock!"
"Let's go!"
Seething with anger, Su Qing vented in frustration, then disappeared with a cold snort.
Only Qin Shi and the others remained inside the Listening Sea Pavilion, looking thoughtful and somewhat grim.
"Senior Brother Lan? What is this Pinghuang Gathering, and what does the Longyang Sect mean by this?!"
"Could it have something to do with the Listening Sea Pavilion?!"
Once Su Qing and the others had left, He Xinlan spoke up to confirm their suspicions.
"That's right."
"Back then, our Founding Ancestor soundly defeated the Longyang Sect's Mahayana Perfection ancestor and seized the Listening Sea Pavilion from him."
"Times have changed. Over these tens of thousands of years, the Lanhai Sect's old generation has faded without a new one to take its place. With the Longyang Sect pressing us at every turn, ownership of the Listening Sea Pavilion has long since been brought out into the open."
Lan Weihai's brows were tightly knitted. Though his expression was dark, a sharp glint remained in his eyes.
The last time the Sea Tide Grotto-Heaven opened, no one from the Lanhai Sect had entered the Inner Palace. They had thoroughly lost face before the Hundred Sects.
Even his Lan Household's ancestor had been forced to yield repeatedly before the Longyang Sect's current late-stage Mahayana Saint Lord