The man forced a bright, fawning smile, the kind a pitiful dog might wear. Still bowing, he shuffled toward Li Guanqi, terrified of provoking the slightest displeasure.0

His name was Kong Yunzhang. His smile twitched, stiff and strained, and panic clouded his eyes. Everyone knew Li Guanqi’s reputation. The Ghostly Spirit Sect was far weaker than the Immortal Crane Alliance or the North Sea Temple, and if Li Guanqi had wiped out both when he was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, what could he do now?0

Kong Yunzhang flicked his sleeves and bowed deeper. “Kong Yunzhang, sect...0