"But of course, that's also the style of your top ten Immortal Sects. Back in the days, when you ten Immortal Sects weren't even known as such."
"Originally, when we sought an alliance with you to jointly deal with that old dog, the Grand Preceptor, weren't you also acting like turtles hiding in their shells?"
"How dare you!" Wu Xiang was infuriated as the other party provoked their Hundred Peaks Sect. Shouting across the mountain gates, he yelled, "Your Red Refinery Demonic Sect, like stray dogs, used to run everywhere in fear. Now, with the advent of the Minor Era of Inversion of Heaven and Earth and the Grand Preceptor asleep, you dare to return to the Guardian Immortal Imperial Dynasty. What right have you to mock my Hundred Peaks Sect?
And you, you come to our Hundred Peaks Sect and don't even dare to give your name?"
