“Wait!”

For a moment Zixian couldn't even react.

It was her own brother who had locked the man up. Why had the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect suddenly turned its anger on Shen Yi?

How long had that Nanyang Sect Master even been away from Nanhong? How had he managed to offend this many top powers all at once?

“……” The two Boundless Dao-Sovereign sect masters acted as if they hadn't heard her and kept walking toward the doors of the hall.

“This King knows the two of you are eager for revenge.”

Qi Shengtao finally rose and tried to talk them round. “But a cultivator who could kill Yue Gonggui is no easy opponent. Don't be rash. Let us talk it over carefully before we decide anything, so nothing goes wrong.”

In truth, to the West Dragon King, dealing with the Myriad Demon Hall and dealing with the ink-robed cultivator were the same thing: either way, it was helping wipe out the rebels in its own Xihong.

With Ziyang stepping into Xihong this forcefully and locking up Xue Yan the moment he arrived, hoping the two sides would live in harmony and work together was a fantasy.

But the proper words still had to be said for appearance's sake.

“Goes wrong?”

Situ Fuhai slowly came to a stop and glanced at Qi Shengtao with a smile that never reached his eyes.

The only reason the old dragon wanted to smooth this over was that it thought the two of them, for all their strength, mattered less than Crown Prince Ziyang.

A mere Xihong Dragon Palace, daring to look down on the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect.

“This Seat isn't quite sure what could go wrong in Xihong once I've called down the Ancestral Stele.”

One short sentence, and those words were all anyone could think of.

The Ancestral Stele.

Everyone knew the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect kept a stele of immortal legacy that recorded the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Palace of every disciple who cultivated it. On top of that, the Ancestral Stele worked something like a Dragon Lair.

The two sect masters couldn't possibly have…