"A friend of mine is here to see someone, and since I had nothing else to do, I came along to stroll around. Doesn't the Soul Control Sect welcome us?"
Zhang Qidao laughed heartily, but when he saw the others, he looked surprised.
"How many of you are here? Are you discussing something important? Why are you all here?"
"Fellow Daoist Zhang is joking. We are not discussing anything important. Today is Brother Zhuge's birthday banquet. We are just here to offer our congratulations."
An elderly man in white robes, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, smiled warmly.
The others also smiled and stepped forward to greet him, their attitude polite and reserved.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhang Qidao introduced the Foundation Establishment cultivators present to Chu Mo.
Apart from the Ghost Taoist and his disciples.
The white-robed elder who had just spoken was Qiu Xing'an, the Grand Elder of Longevity Island, one of the six major sects, and a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator.
The other two are Elder Tan from the Penglai Sect and Zhang Haoran, the chief disciple of the Old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.
Both of them were at the lower stage of Foundation Establishment.
As for the Qi Refining stage elders of the Yuhun Sect, Zhang Qidao didn't introduce them at all.
This made them feel a bit annoyed, but they didn't dare to retaliate, since they were weaker than them.
In front of Foundation Establishment cultivators, Qi Refining cultivators are practically invisible.
After the introduction, everyone's eyes turned to Chu Mo, and they were all surprised.
Because they couldn't sense even a trace of a cultivator's aura from Chu Mo.
But judging from his ethereal, otherworldly aura, he seemed more like a cultivator than they did.
He doesn't look like an ordinary person at all.
In the end, it can only be attributed to the fact that he had practiced a mysterious method to conceal his aura.
As for Zhou Feiyang and his companion, their strength was so weak that they were automatically ignored by everyone.
Only then did Gu Zhennan, with a gloomy expression, feign ignorance and ask:
"Young friend, what business do you have with my Soul Control Sect?"
"Yan Zhongqiao kidnapped my parents. I came to ask him some questions and borrow something from him."
Chu Mo's tone was cold.
"Oh, is that so? Yan Zhongqiao, has this young friend ever slandered you?"
Gu Zhennan looked at Yan Zhongqiao with feigned confusion, speaking in a frivolous and casual tone.
"Reporting to the Sect Master, we only wish to purchase Kunlun Immortal Wine from his parents."
"But when I arrived, Elder Mo had disappeared. I suspect he had been killed or imprisoned by them."
Yan Zhongqiao spoke with a look of grief and indignation.
Gu Zhennan's face immediately darkened, and his eyes turned fierce and angry.
"What? Elder Mo was murdered by them? Kid, if you don't give me an explanation today, you're probably not going anywhere."
After speaking, his aura surged, becoming domineering and terrifying like a tiger descending from the mountain.
"Ancient Town South, are you pretending I don't exist?"
Zhang Qidao snorted coldly, his eyes turning dangerous.
She had accompanied Chu Mo here, and yet the other party acted so domineeringly right in front of her.
Do they really think that just because the country treats them well, they can become arrogant and spoiled?
It seems I was too polite to them before.
"Minister Zhang, how could I dare not give you face? But his subordinates are suspected of murdering an elder of my sect. As the sect leader, is it too much for me to investigate?"
Gu Zhennan glanced at the other sect elders, chuckled, and exuded confidence.
Without sufficient evidence, the authorities cannot take people away from them.
This concerns the prestige of ancient cultivation sects, and it's not just a matter for the Yuhun Sect alone.
The elders of the other three families had a rough idea of the truth.
But at this time, no one stood up to uphold justice.
Some things can only be judged by one's stance, not by reason or right and wrong.
To put it bluntly, if sects want to gain greater rights and interests, they must unite as one.
Otherwise, they will be a disorganized mess and will have even less say in matters concerning the nation.
The Ghost Taoist remained calm and composed, with a friendly smile on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, we should show each other more understanding and respect. There's no need to ruin the harmony over such a trivial matter."
"What? You think keeping my friend here is a small matter?" Zhang Qidao said coldly.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Zhang, you misunderstand. That was just my disciple saying something in anger. Don't take it seriously."
Even though the Ghost Daoist was displeased, he didn't dare to be too forceful with Zhang Qidao. After speaking, he turned to Chu Mo with a forced smile and said:
"Young man, slandering my sect's disciples is tantamount to insulting the dignity of the Soul Control Sect. Have you thought about the serious consequences?"
"Also, where is Elder Mo Wentian? I hope you can explain that clearly."
Although the Ghost Taoist was smiling, the threat in his eyes grew stronger.
The kidnapping of Yan Zhongqiao was completely ignored.
Before Chu Mo arrived, he had already roughly guessed what the truth was.
But those things don't matter.
The Yuhun Sect only cares about the results and never about the means or process.
Unlike other sects, they don't want everything, yet they are wary of everything.
"Zhuge Qingyun, are you threatening him?"
Zhang Qidao's tone was cold and sharp, and his aura grew increasingly terrifying.
It was like a sharp sword about to be drawn, ready to cleave the sky.
Everyone's expression changed slightly; they hadn't expected him to be so determined.
This clearly shows that even if it offends the Soul Control Sect, they will protect Chu Mo.
He is not just a high-level Foundation Establishment cultivator; he also represents the Dragon Kingdom.
The elders from the other sects remained silent, but their expressions became solemn.
Even the ancient town of Nan was taken aback by Zhang Qidao's actions.
He believed that the other party was definitely not just putting on an act.
"Brother Zhang, you flatter me. I was just giving him a heads-up."
Ghost Daoist's face gradually darkened. Was Zhang Qidao preparing to break off all pretense of civility?
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