"Senior Brother Nie…"

Li Qingfeng stood behind them glaring at Nie Jun, and very nearly bit his own tongue.

"Ai."

Seeing that Sect Master Shen had already opened the sect's formation, he sighed by instinct, then took out a jade slip at speed. "All of you, over here, quickly! You're going out with the Sect Master on business!"

At the same moment.

Jade slips lit up together all across the Nanyang treasured site.

The next moment close to twenty figures came sweeping over.

Among them were the familiar Chen clan elders and the Qinghai Prefecture men, and seven faces rather less familiar — the seventh-layer Return-to-Void Retainers Wen Qiujin had brought back with him.

This took in very nearly every high-level fighting force the Nanyang Sect had.

Barely enough to muster the sort of show the other allied sects made when they went out on business.

Looking at this crowd of senior cultivators with their formidable realms.

The worry in Li Qingfeng's eyes had still not lessened by half a hair.

He knew well enough that Great Qian was Sect Master Shen's one untouchable line; the trouble was that the Peach Spring Manor had had no chance to act on it at all, so why in the world had Senior Brother Nie chosen this moment to speak.

The way the Nanyang Sect stood now, there was nobody who would commit an act of that demonic-cultivator kind.

Treat it as unheard, and it would make no difference whatever.

The most urgent business at present was nothing other than the Seven Sects' Convocation.

Once Shen Yi had made his title of Sect Master solid, he need only send word to any of the four White Jade Capital dependencies, and whichever of them acted could wipe out the Peach Spring Manor.

Whereas moving rashly now would take twice the effort for half the result.

Those dependent powers had only just been brought round with great difficulty, and part of the credit belonged to the Cloud-Soaring Sect's Wei Yuanzhou standing forth to overawe them.

To punish the Peach Spring Manor at a time like…