Mo Pozheng thought for a moment, then said, "I'll believe you for now, but you still bear some responsibility for this. Back then, you betrayed the Demon Hall here and fought fiercely with the Hall Masters and the elders of my Tomb Clan. Both sides only negotiated and made promises to each other to avoid an irreversible outcome."
"That's right. That's what happened back then," Huo Lian said. "Although this old man lost most of his essence blood and his strength suffered greatly, I was still more than a match for them even with their forces combined. Those old fools weren't reigning Hall Masters. Their strength fell far short. Your ancestors weren't much to speak of either. They couldn't do anything to this old man."
"Huo Lian, I don't want to hear about these exploits of yours," Mo Pozheng said, his expression somewhat ugly. After all, Huo Lian's words were disparaging his elders.
His strength had still been weak back then, and he had never been involved in the matter. Only later, as he grew stronger and rose in status, had he learned of these events from certain records.
After all, Huo Lian had been the reigning Hall Master then, his strength far surpassing that of the other former Hall Masters. Even with the addition of the Tomb Clan's elders, they had only managed to fight Huo Lian to a standstill after his severe loss of essence blood.
Neither side had wanted both to suffer grievous losses, so they had reached an agreement.
They would let Huo Lian leave, and Huo Lian would have to accept their conditions.
"Then go on. I'm listening," Huo Lian said with a faint smile.
"The great battle you fought here back then loosened the formation somewhat," Mo Pozheng said. "This was only discovered five