Outside the Stone Forest, swords were drawn and bows bent.
Dozens of towering figures, holding immortal weapons and magic treasures, surrounded Elder Wuchang in the center like walls of bronze and iron. The atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.
The gray-robed Vice Sect Master wore killing intent on his face. In his hand, the poisonous hook shaped like a scorpion's tail was spitting out an icy cold gleam, like an arrow fitted to the string, ready at any moment to reap a life.
"I, I have a grievance to report to the sect master, that's why... I came here specially. I ask the Vice Sect Master to investigate clearly."
Elder Wuchang stammered and stumbled, only barely managing to piece together a complete sentence.
Earlier, he had been violently beaten by the White Tiger Envoy, then heavily punished by Black Tortoise. From then on, his future had turned bleak, and his heart had been stuffed full of fire.
Now, seeing Nine Heavens Immortal Venerable pay a visit, seeming to have the intention of forming an alliance with Sky Devil Mountain, he immediately scented an opportunity and hurried over, wanting to report that those two had private dealings, in hopes of washing away his grievances.
The gray-robed Vice Sect Master listened for quite a while and finally understood the other party's purpose of visit, his aura easing slightly.
He lowered the poisonous hook and spoke coldly, "The sect master has repeatedly ordered that no one is to come and disturb him. Since there was a reason for your actions, your sentence will be increased by another thousand years. Why have you not withdrawn at once?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Elder Wuchang was as if struck by a thunderbolt from a clear sky, his entire person going completely numb.
*Alas,