The Daoist Muyang stood rooted to the spot. A moment later, the carefully groomed beard on his chin began to quiver violently.

Rage slammed into his chest, and his mouth went dry. “Such defiance, such arrogance! No respect for her elders! Once she left Shenxu Mountain, there was no room left in her eyes for us, her own martial uncles!”

“Where's the least sign of a junior in her?” He flung his sleeve angrily and looked around at the others.

But none of the peak masters took him up on it. Most looked torn, as though still caught up in the questions Ye Lan had just thrown at them.

It was true. When that thing had happened back then, all they had thought about was how to cover it up. They had ignored how the one junior left on the Alchemy Peak felt, and they hadn't paid any attention to what Muyang was doing with the opportunity.

By the time the matter was hushed up, the Alchemy Peak was already running again. Worried about unnecessary trouble, the peak masters had done nothing but tell Ye Lan a few times to put the bigger picture first, and had tacitly let it stand.

When she left the mountain, they had all assumed she simply couldn't accept that her master and fellow disciples were all dead and had gone out to clear her head. They had never imagined that the junior saw it all as clearly as a mirror and had kept every bit of it in her heart.

“Enough. You've taken the benefits. You can't let others complain a little?”

The Daoist Qianfeng slowly rose and glanced at Muyang. None of this had anything to do with the other six peaks, and yet they were being made to put up with a junior's contempt along with him. Of course he was a little displeased.

“Taken the benefits?” Muyang reacted as if someone had stepped on his tail. His face darkened in an instant, and he said angrily, “I've worked myself to the bone running two peaks! Even if I took an extra…