When the Dark Lord entered the main hall, Zhao Ming Ye was sipping a cup of tea.
"Shall we begin?" The Dark Lord asked, not wanting to waste more time.
He had waited for hundreds of years for this very moment and he couldn't wait anymore.
"It's a pity that we have to settle our scores here. If only Grand Ancestor Lin Fan was around to witness this." Zhao Ming Ye had a final sip of the tea and said before he put down the tea cup.
"Lin Fan would be ashamed of what you are doing.
"He stood more for the common folks than the cultivators than you do." The Dark Lord said and dark tentacles appeared out from his arms.
"Maybe that's why his reign in Qing Feng Sect was relatively short-lived compared to the other sect leaders." Zhao Ming Ye stood up and said.
Sing!
He drew out the Qing Feng Sword and an aura of righteous winds emitted out from the blade of the sword.
Which was in stark contrast with what Zhao Ming Ye had been doing.
