Atop Beacon Tower.
Zhang Lingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a superior aura as he looked down on Chu Hao. "I can offer you a way to live. Hand over the Ghost Sutras and the True Word Brush, and I will spare your life."
Chu Hao, having already signed his death warrant, turned and said, "Don't you want to avenge your uncle?"
Zhang Lingfeng scoffed. "Someone will avenge my uncle."
Chu Hao said impatiently, "Not for revenge, just for your own benefit. Are all of you from Longhu Mountain this shameless?"
Below Beacon Tower, many people from Longhu Mountain glared angrily at Chu Hao.
"Chu Hao, you are shameless! The True Word Brush rightfully belongs to our Longhu Mountain," a young man declared.
Chu Hao sneered. "Just a short time ago, you claimed the True Word Brush belonged to Taoism. Now it belongs to Longhu Mountain. How exactly do you in Taoism divide things? Like one big happy family?"
