Daoist Bone Ruler raised his weapon slightly. "This ruler has disciplined many generations of disciples."
One of the Sword Division elders muttered under his breath, "That is putting it mildly."
His companion immediately elbowed him and the elder shut his mouth. Another High Elder stared at the weapon with a complicated expression. For a brief moment, he could almost feel the sting across his palm from several thousand years ago.
Old memories returned such as being dragged before the Law Division, standing with several other disciples, the Bone Ruler descending, then a mix of embarrassment and pain, before the long lecture started.
The Bone Ruler had become a nightmare shared by multiple generations of the sect. But Daoist Bone Ruler ignored all of their reactions and his eyes remained fixed on Lin Mu. The pressure surrounding him increased.
BOOM!
