"The White Lotus Saint Son?"
"Hmph, so she really is that man's descendant."
"He deserved to die!"
"Old grudges? Who are you to discuss old grudges with us?"
"The Taiji Gate was truly blind. They should have purged their ranks back then, instead of nurturing a tiger that would become a threat!"
The mere mention of the White Lotus Saint Son immediately stirred everyone into outrage.
Gu Feiyan wore a wool coat, a scarf, and leather boots, yet despite the fierce wind and heavy snow, not a single flake settled on her, as though she stood apart from heaven and earth.
Xu Tian met her gaze for a moment before slowly uttering a name.
"Gu Fo!"
That was the name of the White Lotus Saint Son from all those years ago.
Though Gu Feiyan wore a smile, a bone-chilling arrogance showed between her brows. "Good, you remember. In that demon-extermination campaign, when the world's experts fought their way north and south, did my grandfather not do his part?"
Xu Tian said nothing. The elder from the Xingyi Sect answered instead.
The elder had fierce eyes and a bristling beard. His eyes opened slightly. "When we went north to exterminate demons, dozens of Martial Way grandmasters from the Northern and Southern Martial Arts World went together. Your grandfather was among them."
Gu Feiyan strode forward, treating everyone around her as though they did not exist, and said coldly, "Then why was he alone reviled, while everyone else was praised? Just because he was the White Lotus Saint Son?"
Xu Tian crushed out his cigarette and gathered his sleeves, his narrow eyes slowly widening. "Because he took advantage of the martial arts world's grievous losses, of China's collapse, to try to become emperor and reap the profits of others' struggles. He even