Few people had seen Jing Jiu fight in person, and most of them had died, so apart from Zhao Layue and a few others, no one knew how ruthless he was.
But everyone knew he was a man of few words.
Today, he had made the rare effort of speaking two very long sentences-only to call the Zhongzhou Sect to account?
An uproar filled the hall, then gave way to deathly silence.
Even if you were the Green Mountain Sect Master, that was White True Person. How could you speak to her in that tone of lecturing a junior? Besides, the Zhongzhou Sect had arrived with the force of ten thousand thunderbolts, only to leave in silence. That was humiliating enough. What more did the Green Mountain Sect want after its sweeping victory?
Jing Jiu's reason for saying those two sentences was simple: he wanted to warn them.
On the surface, the Green Mountain Sect had gained a great deal this time. The rules of the Plum Gathering had been upheld, its share of the Western Sea had been openly legitimized, and the hand the Zhongzhou Sect had extended into the Netherworld had been badly wounded. In the future, obtaining a steady flow of resources from underground would become extremely difficult for them. But who knew how many risks the Green Mountain Sect had borne for this?
Even now, he could not be certain whether Tong Yan would return safely.
To kill those Netherworld priests and powerful figures, the Green Mountain Sect naturally had to pay a considerable price, including spirit stones, elixirs, and the most precious resource of all: time to cultivate.
Strictly speaking, the Zhongzhou Sect had forced all of this upon them.
When Jing Jiu told White True Person there must not be a next time, he