The elder’s complexion flickered with uncertainty upon hearing the words.
Mo Blade, a young man, acting so overbearing?
When had such a fierce individual appeared in the martial arts world of Fufeng County, capable of beheading Zhu Xiao in front of everyone? Just by looking at the dispirited deanor of these disciples, one could imagine what the situation had been like.
It likely resembled the north wind sweeping across withered grass, overwhelmingly powerful, leaving no chance for retaliation.
Yet, he had been here earlier, and had not sensed the presence of a Middle Third Rank martial artist harnessing the power of Heaven and Earth.
Could a Seventh Rank Martial Artist achieve such a feat?
Puzzled, he spoke again, carefully asking about the appearance of that person. The disciples naturally told all they knew, exhaustively so, but it all boiled down to the sa descriptions repeated over and over: dressed in black, wielding a Mo Blade, with a cold face and overbearing deanor; nothing useful at all.
The irritation in the elder’s heart grew.
There are many displeasing things in this world, and having sothing clearly within reach yet losing it unexpectedly is certainly one of them.
Above the vault of the sky, suddenly echoed the clear cry of a falcon.
The sound was clear and piercing, compelling the crowd below to look up.
A giant eagle with wings spanning more than three ters glided across the sky. A figure descended from above, and as his clothes fluttered, he lightly landed in front of the elder, stirring up a wave of air. When the air settled, it revealed a man in his forties with distinct facial features, who laughed out loud:
"Brother Zhao, it’s been a long ti."
"Why the long face, ha ha ha..."
A hint of jealousy flashed in the Seventh Elder’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed his random thoughts, even calming the irritation and anger that had been in his heart just a mont ago, and lightly said:
"A long face?"
"Ha, I fear Elder i might have seen wrong."
The man before him was thirty years his junior, yet held a position akin to his own. The elder believed his own talents and gifts were in no way inferior to his; the only reason for such a disparity was the three years of the Myriad Snakes Punishnt thirty years ago, which had damaged his foundation.
Thus, facing this man always unsettled his mind, giving rise to feelings of jealousy and resentnt.
For this reason, his hatred toward the Pharmacist Valley lineage that had caused him such turmoil only intensified. Although ng Yushu was dead, his descendants and disciples remained. Only by throwing these disciples into the Myriad Snakes Cave, to endure endless torture and being unable to live or die, could he finally quell the hatred in his heart.
The middle-aged man glanced up at him, his smile diminishing slightly. Everyone in the high levels of the Immortal Pavilion knew well the matters within the Seventh Elder’s heart. Although he was aware that the old man resented him, he paid it no heed, simply tapping his forehead and laughing:
"Ha ha ha, perhaps so."
"My arrival was a bit hurried, clouds and mists obscured my sight, perhaps I saw mistakenly. Elder Zhao, please don’t take it to heart."
The elder snorted lightly, seemingly indifferent, and casually nodded, then frowned again, saying:
"Elder i, you should be at the sect entrance at this ti. Why rush over here so urgently?"
"Has sothing happened?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man’s smile disappeared, revealing a hint of solemnity. He nodded and said:
"Indeed, today I am here to inform Elder Zhao."
"The Pavilion Master commands that you and your disciples must leave the boundaries of Xi Dingzhou imdiately, without fail!"
The elder’s expression changed drastically, his voice rising slightly as he said:
"Leave? Why?!"
"I am about to capture the remnants of Pharmacist Valley, and the Secret Manuals of Longevity and pharmacology are within easy reach. Why target like this?!"
"The Pavilion Master and the Elders have already agreed to this!"
This intense reaction far exceeded what the middle-aged man expected. His brow furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes as his voice dropped a degree, carrying a hint of chill:
"Targeted? Ah, where do we even start with such a statent?"
"How could you recklessly speculate on the matters of the Pavilion Master and the Elders?!"
With increasing chill in his voice, like a bucket of ice water being thrown over him, the elder couldn’t help but shiver, his voice faltering.
With his astuteness, he wouldn’t normally have reacted like this, but having just lost an important disciple, and seeing the man whom he had long despised ordering him to leave Xi Dingzhou while even invoking the Pavilion Master’s na, stirred up the hatred and obsession of thirty years.
Should he let that man escape, he might never fulfill his vengeance in this lifeti.
He would rather die than rest in peace!
In his rage, he had said those words earlier, but now, calming down, he finally realized what he had said, his complexion turning pale, his eyes, although still calm, showed signs of panic.
The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his brows and eyes seeming to be frosted with coldness as he looked at the elder and indifferently said:
"Zhao Guang, you’ve lived a long life, which has not been easy."
"Jianghu is full of storms, rember to hold your tongue."
"Speak less, say nothing."
"Do you understand?"
The elder mumbled, no longer as arrogant as before, and said:
"... Elder i, thank you for your kindness."
i Feng withdrew his gaze, his expression softening again, and then he added:
"I know you have always been unhappy with the Pavilion Master, but this ti, it’s definitely not a matter of the Pavilion Master targeting you."
"Every mber of our Immortal Pavilion must leave Xi Dingzhou within three days and return to the sect. The Pavilion Master and Elders have other arrangents."
Zhao Guang paused slightly, then asked:
"Why?"
"Xi Dingzhou falls under the influence of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs, and our Immortal Pavilion and the Allied Gangs belong to the sa..."
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