"Uncle Su, I already talked with Zhenxing. He said that as long as the fly dares step into the third floor, the three of them will have tons of tricks up their sleeves to deal with him," Yuwen Kaitai said.

"Tricks? What a bunch of kids.... They'll never come close to how we were like back in our day," Su Yunzhi's son, Su Jiudao, said. He was Su Wuyou and Su Yiran's father and belonged to the same generation as Yuwen Taiji.

Thinking back to their youth made them chuckle and relax. It seemed that they were in for a good show tonight, in which the treasures of the sect would be given to the disciples in their own faction. It wasn't the first time they had done something like that.

All of a sudden, the quiet Yuwen Taiji looked around and asked, "Where's Shengcheng?" The youths...