"Young Heavenly Master, why did you want to stop me just now? What do you want to say?"
The words were calm, yet seemed a bit nonchalant. Qingyu looked at Zhang Yuanchu and spoke lightly.
Zhang Yuanchu's face was calm, but his gaze was not as unperturbed. He never imagined that in the earlier clash, he would be at a disadvantage.
Zhang Yuanchu's son, Zhang Yangping, if still alive, would be nearly forty. At such an age, to slightly fall short under the hands of young Qingyu, what Zhang Yuanchu cultivated in Daoist Skill over the years, even his Mental State, couldn't quite endure it.
Nonetheless, he forcibly suppressed his anger and embarrassment and said solemnly, "I do not agree for Qingyu to become the new Sect Leader of the Zhenwu Sect because he is a butcher, an assassin with blood-stained hands. He is Gong Ziyu!"
A stone stirs a thousand waves; the Taiji Palace was instantly filled with uproar.
