Zhao Jiutian’s scalp tingled and his face stiffened. Although he knew this matter would inevitably stir up great waves, he never thought that he had actually alarmed a master on this level already.

Ming Siyuan. Within the Great Desolate Lake, he ranked among the top masters. His status was so high that it neared that husband and wife that ruled over all. Since he personally came here, he clearly wouldn’t give up so easily.

Black Beibei quickly bowed. His voice was full of respect and reverence, awe thick in his eyes.

“Black Beibei, you have handled things poorly and allowed the miss to encounter danger. After the competition ends, you will head to the Desolate Temple and receive punishment.”

“Yes, Revered Ming.”

Ming Siyuan looked up, his gaze not falling onto Zhao Jiutian. He lightly said, “Fellow daoist Yuan, since you’ve come, why not reveal yourself?”

“Revered Ming, it’s only been dozens of years since we last met, yet your cultivation has risen once more. This brother feels nothing but deep admiration.” Yuan Tiangang stepped forwards on the void. Each step seemed casual and simple, but they actually caused ripples to appear in space.

Ming Siyuan’s expression didn’t change. “Fellow daoist Yuan’s cultivation also leaves me in admiration. But,...