""Feng'er," atop the Great Dao Peak, Lin Beisheng sat clutching his face in agony, appearing to age many years as he sat in his chair.
Mu Changge and the other eight Vein Skills Peak Masters all had grave expressions.
"This guy is even more of an Evil Being than Wang Qi was back in the day."
"Allowing him into the Main Clan, whether it's good or bad, I don't know," Mu Changge said, gently shaking his head.
Talented Disciples are coveted everywhere, but someone like Xu Zimei, who almost solely relied on himself without the backing of the Sect Gate or the Main Clan to reach such heights...
This type of person has too strong a sense of self and almost no sense of belonging; the Main Clan might just be a stepping stone for him.
"This Lin Qiu has maliciously slaughtered fellow disciples and must be severely punished," Chang Qing spoke up from the side.
"Though we have a rule that life and death are up to fate in contests,
