Daoist Master Moyang, the leader of Qingyi Dao Sect, lit up. “Nine Tripod City? Is the boy perhaps planning to participate in the Orchid Terrance Dharma Assembly?”

The gray-robed old man said in a low voice, “It’s highly likely!”

Daoist Master Moyang sank into silence.

His hair was silver, and he had a willowy beard. His features were youthful, but when his eyes moved, they carried traces of the vicissitudes of his many years of life.

He now sat in the grand hall’s central seat, and although he only wore simple, unadorned hemp robes, he was extremely imposing. He had the overpowering air of a monarch gazing down upon his domain.

“Have you investigated whether or not Su Yi has experts accompanying him?” asked Daoist Master Moyang.

The way he saw it, no matter how heaven-defying a Grain Avoidance youth’s combat skills were, he couldn’t possibly have killed a mid-stage Spiritual Manifestation cultivator like Li Miaohong himself.

“We have yet to determine that.” The old man in gray shook his head.

Daoist Master Moyang’s eyebrows faintly knit together.

It was then that a short, fat old man rushed into the grand hall like a gust of wind. “Senior Apprentice Brother Moyang, there’s big news from Cloudsky Divine Palace!”

Daoist Master Lei Feng.

He was the third elder...