These words, fit for an Immortal, boomed like Celestial Thunder, yet only Ning Tomb could hear them.
Ning Tomb scoffed and sent back a telepathic reply, 'You people only know how to boss me around. Why not go after that former Saint's Disciple, Grand National Preceptor Xun?'
Another, gentler voice, that of an old man, advised, 'Xun Yu is a heretic of the Confucian Temple and has long been hunted by the Sub-Saint's lineage. The Confucian Temple will see to his punishment. Compared to the few lives he has taken and his schemes from ten thousand miles away, your murderous rampage back then was far more terrifying. The Southern Country Imperial Palace and the Dragon Vein, over a thousand lives, and a century's worth of Destiny—all were incinerated by a single swing of your sword. The incense offerings to the Three Religions all suffered for it.'
