"The process was more or less as I described. If you come only to settle grudges, only the Yang Clan will face you. But if you mean to seize the position of sect leader, every branch will certainly send its experts."
Even though Wu Shouzheng was a venerable elder of the martial arts world, he felt somewhat uncomfortable sitting beside Lian Youming. Caught in that savage surge of qi dynamics, he felt as though he had set himself on fire.
But that killing aura vanished even faster than it had appeared. In the blink of an eye, Lian Youming's expression returned to normal, and he sat motionless, as though nothing had happened.
"Of course I'll have to fight them all, one by one, to get my fill!"
Wu Shouzheng drew a deep breath and nodded. "As you should! The Yang Clan's actions in this affair truly went too far. There ought to be a reckoning. In that case, when you ascend the mountain, our Wu family will stand with you two young friends, come what may!"
With that, the old man rose and cupped his hands, putting on no airs whatsoever.
In terms of seniority, Lian Youming counted as half a disciple of the Mountain-Guarding Old Man, so they already associated as equals. If he won this battle as well, there would be even more to say.
Only after seeing their guest off did Wu Jiu return to the sitting room. His gaze was cold as he cursed, "Fucking bastards! To think these people did something so filthy behind everyone's backs. If Master Luchan knew, he'd probably be furious enough to throw off his coffin lid."
Zhu Wu sighed. "Even the Taiji Gate has grudges and disputes that pit fellow disciples against one another, brothers fighting within their own walls.