An abrupt silence fell over Yuanchu Palace. Pang Zhongwang's expression stiffened, and he turned to look at the highest Dharma Platform.
"Daoist…"
"The Daoist told you to stand down. Didn't you understand?!"
True Master Xuanmiao straightened up, its tone haughty as it barked out the rebuke.
It had often acted high and mighty by borrowing its previous master's prestige.
Pang Zhongwang took a deep breath, fury churning inside him. 'I, a dignified True Inheritance of the Eight Peaks from an Ancestral Sect, am being openly intimidated by a wretched beast.'
But the title "Daoist" weighed heavily on him, permitting no defiance. The lesson of Luo Qingya of Gen Peak—a Grand True Master at the Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer who had utterly perished—was still a vivid memory.
'If I were to anger the Daoist, it wouldn't be out of the question for him to strike me down on the spot.'
