'This was completely unbecoming of a Cultivator, especially a new disciple. Or perhaps, a new Elder. As a newly promoted Elder, he should have been even more low-key. But now... a look at the expressions on Sunx Changxing's and Luu Yun's faces revealed a new hint of dread in their eyes.'
Wang Meng was no match for them at the moment, but given time, who could possibly stop him?
Thunderlight Hall, a sword sharpened for twenty years, was finally unsheathed.
Yang Ying glanced at Mingren, who of course understood what she meant. The Senior of Lingyin Hall couldn't help but smile wryly, while Fang Xiang, standing to the side, was utterly dumbfounded. "Senior, Junior Brother Li was right. We're really going to fight Thunderlight Hall."
Yang Ying was taken aback. "Junior Brother Li really thought so?"
Mingren shrugged helplessly. "He did say that, and there's no denying it now. Perhaps he and Wang Meng are the same kind of people—complete madmen."
