"Yu, if your Qingcheng Sect continues to pester, I shall go to Pine Wind Temple and discuss the issue with you."
"I dare not." Yu Canghai snorted, turning sideways and flicking his sleeve.
His heart was full of frustration, yet he dared not act out at this moment.
He could outlast Lin Yuantu and even Lin Zhongxiong.
But he could not outlast the man before him.
He feared that only his descendants' descendants would have the opportunity for vengeance, feeling extremely suffocated and even somewhat understood why his master, Changqing Zi, died of depression.
However, his desire for the Evil Warding Sword Manual grew deeper.
The topic had already been broached now.
Everyone present was here for the Evil Warding Sword Manual; aside from Yu Canghai, no one else cared about the Fuwei Escort Agency.
At this time, the Sword God of Xiaoxiang took charge, and both orthodox and unorthodox factions had spoken.