" But before that, come, sit here."
Ancestor Four Seasons raised his hands. Suddenly, Long Ming and Mu Qinglian were pushed back, landing on a soft couch. They couldn't react at all, as if they were leaves that got pushed by a wave of gentle breeze.
" How is the sect going? Ran into any problem?"
" Problem, huh?" Mu Qinglian couldn't help but give a bitter laugh. " Well, It all started with…"
Mu Qinglian spoke of everything, about Empress Winter Song and Empress Crimson Sky. Then she talked about the great war, the attack of Sky Martial Tower, and the decline of sect.
" Haha, so that lass really reached the Heavenly Emperor realm after me." Ancestor Four Seasons laughed. " And even after her, someone else did? Looks like my sect has some really good fortune."
" But to think those bastards who were barely young enough to wipe their butt, would bide their time to attack our sect."
