He, Ling Qing, the dignified sect leader of the Han Yu Sect, disregarded the honor and disgrace of the sect and sacrificed his life to retrieve Yun Xiao for his own selfish reasons!
If this gets out, what face will the Han Yu Sect have left?
"Phoenix Cry" Black Owl turned to beckon Ji Fengming over, just missing the calculating look in Ling Du's eyes.
But Ji Fengming, who had been watching this side, saw the reactions of the five elders clearly.
He was a reckless and unruly character, having grown up freely in the martial arts world, and never held back or made fun of others.
Following Black Owl's gesture, he directly confronted Ling Du, who hurriedly looked away, and said, "Old man, what's with you staring at me like that? Do I know you? When did we ever have a grudge?"
Ling Du: "?!!" He was so angry that his beard trembled.
Don't you have any self-awareness about whether you recognize me or not?
Didn't you catch and roast the two golden-horned deer I raised back then?!
Did you steal and drink the snow lotus wine that I brewed for five hundred years?
Didn't you dig up and uproot all the trumpet creeper flowers I planted in my yard?!
Think about it carefully, you heartless bastard. Which part of my Han Yu Sect hasn't been ruined by you?
"Elders, please don't take Feng Ming to heart. He comes from another plane, he's not from the Danling Continent, nor is he from Yunxiao, and he doesn't know much about Yunxiao's affairs," Hei Xiao said calmly to Ling Du and the other elders through divine thought, clearly showing some displeasure.
He knew from his previous life that these elders did not like Yunxiao very much because they were strict, etiquette-abiding, rigid and stubborn throughout their lives;
Yunxiao, however, was too much of a troublemaker; he was like a natural nemesis to their negative emotions.
The two sides are like natural enemies; no matter how amicable they pretend to be on the surface, they can never stand each other.
Ling Du gave a muffled "hmm" with a dark expression.
Chong Beishan and Ling Yuan gave Ji Fengming a few complicated looks, but didn't say anything; their expressions were resigned.
Ling Jie remained indifferent and did not say anything.
Zhao Guanchao forced a smile and said amiably, "Understood, Sect Master. Rest assured, I will definitely not mention Young Master Yunxiao or anything related to Young Master Yun in front of Young Master Ji."
Black Owl remained indifferent, nodding slightly to express his gratitude.
Seeing that everyone was silent and looking sullen, and even Hei Xiao seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, Ji Fengming felt very uncomfortable and said loudly, "Old man, why are you just staring at me without saying anything? And you guys, why are you all looking at me so strangely?"
"Let's go, Fengming, let's go in," Hei Xiao patted his shoulder lightly, his voice gentle but noticeably colder than usual.
Ji Fengming clicked his tongue unhappily.
He looked up at the towering snowfield of Hanyu Sect and felt a strange dislike for this place.
This desolate, snowy place is almost entirely white, with hardly any color to speak of; it looks like an ice cave.
This is no place for humans, it's a place for ghosts!
Upon reaching the summit of the snow-capped peak, we came to see the main hall of the Han Yu Sect.
Ji Fengming felt a pang of sympathy for those white jade palaces that resembled ice sculptures.
I don't know what was wrong with the ancestors of the Han Yu Sect, that they built their sect on this godforsaken snow-capped peak.
Building on the summit of a snow-capped peak is bad enough, but with ice and snow everywhere, why build houses with white jade? Are you out of your mind?
Aren't monks afraid of getting snow blindness?
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