Death of the Fiendish Cultivator

When the trio arrived at the Great Hall, it was already filled, the Nascent Soul Elders of each peak were already present. Lonemoon scanned the crowd, Shu Yi and Two Bucks Zuo were amongst them too, they were standing in the middle of the Great Hall, seems like something had happened, the atmosphere was a little solemn. The naive Two Bucks Zuo who was always good tempered wore a rare furious look now.

"Greetings Uncle-Master." Seeing them walk in, everyone bowed. However, an unfamiliar Nascent Soul on the left did not even budge, instead, he turned his head the other way with a sneer, his eyes filled with displeasure and anger.

Yi Qing had also sensed that the atmosphere was a slightly off, but did not bother and walked directly to the only seat at the top. He then habitually stepped to the side and let Shen Ying who was behind him take the seat while he stood on her right and Lonemoon took the left.