One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

Da, da, da.

Just then, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the doorway.

Followed by.

A group of elderly people, dressed in fine clothes and with an air of importance, but whose faces were as black as the bottom of a pot, rushed in.

Leading the group were Wang Ai, the head of the Wang family, who was leaning on a cane, and Lü Ci, the head of the Lü family, who only had one eye left.

Following behind were Feng Zhenghao of the Tianxia Society, and several other members of the Ten Elders.

These are the big shots who usually make the world of supernatural beings tremble with a stomp of their feet.

At this moment, they all had huge dark circles under their eyes, bloodshot eyes, and their clothes were wrinkled, clearly indicating that they hadn't slept all night.

Zhang Taichu's shout last night had terrified them, and they got out of bed in the middle of the night to huddle together and discuss countermeasures.

Sure enough, just as dawn was breaking, these old guys couldn't wait to rush to the main dining hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion, wanting to find Zhang Zhiwei to verify something.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I witnessed such a thrilling scene.

Clang!

Wang Ai slammed his dragon-headed cane heavily on the ground, making a crisp sound.

But the hand that held his cane was trembling violently.

In Lu Ci's only remaining eye, the pupil contracted violently, as if he had seen the most terrifying evil spirit in the world.

Even that old geezer Zhang Zhiwei is bowing so deeply...

That madman...

That madman who dominated their entire adolescence with nightmares...

Really back!

The cafeteria was deathly silent.

Zhang Taichu remained leaning back in his chair, idly picking at the toothpick in his mouth.

Hearing the noise at the door, he lazily raised his eyelids, his gaze passing over the bent-over Zhang Zhiwei and landing lightly on the group of old people at the door.

"Yo."

Zhang Taichu grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, but his eyes held a chilling mockery:

"Who are these people?"

"A group of people coming to freeload this early in the morning?"

"That guy..."

"That fat guy with the cane."

Zhang Taichu pointed his little finger at Wang Ai's face, which was contorted with extreme terror, without any politeness:

"Is it Xiao Wang?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's been sixty years, what happened to you?"

"When you were little, you were just a bit chubby, but now you look like a steamed bun!"

"If you cut it open, it'll probably be full of substandard cotton inside, right?"

puff--!

Xu Si, who was drinking soy milk nearby, spat it out upon hearing this, spraying it all over Xu San's face.

Those are the Ten Elders!

That's Wang Ai, who's known for holding grudges!

however.

Faced with this blatant humiliation.

Wang Ai did not refute at all. His lips trembled and a gurgling sound came from his throat, as if he wanted to say something.

"And you."

Zhang Taichu turned his gaze and it landed on Lü Ci beside him.

"Little Lü."

"Why isn't your eye fully healed yet?"

"I told you back then, don't look down on people, or you'll get struck by lightning. See, this retribution has come true!"

"How is it? Do you see things more clearly with one eye now?"

Lu Ci's scarred face twitched violently.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his blind eye.

That place was once thanks to the person standing before me...

A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, instantly dissipating his previously ferocious, mad dog-like aura.

"Alright, alright."

Zhang Taichu waved his hand dismissively, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his legs.

"Don't stand there, you're blocking the light."

"Looking at your old faces, I feel like I'm going to throw up the meat buns I just ate."

"Get lost, don't delay my digestion."

Arrogant.

arrogant.

Arrogant and disdainful of others.

The younger generation present, whether it was Zhang Chulan or Feng Xingtong, were completely dumbfounded.

They had never seen anyone dare to be so presumptuous in front of the Ten Elders.

He had never seen the Ten Elders being insulted to their faces and not daring to utter a single word.

This isn't one of the Ten Elders at all!

These are clearly a group of elementary school students being scolded by the head teacher!

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei stood up and glanced at the group.

"Now that all our old friends have come..."

Zhang Zhiwei's voice was steady, revealing neither joy nor anger, yet it carried a sense of oppression:

"Then don't just stand there."

"Perfect timing! My fellow disciples and I just finished eating and were worried about having no one to chat with to relieve our boredom."

"Come, sit down."

This is the first word "sit".

It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing heavily on the shoulders of the Ten Elders.

Wang Ai tightened her grip on her cane again.

Just a few days ago, he had tried to assassinate Zhang Taichu, who was standing in front of him. Although the attempt failed, it had created a grudge between them.

I just don't know if they've found out that I sent them.

The key point is that Zhang Zhiwei is also a jerk; he likes to speak in riddles. If he had just said it directly back then, none of this would have happened.

He looks so young, it's hard to believe it's possible.

Sixty years, a full cycle of sixty years, how could a ghost remain completely unchanged!

At this moment, he looked at Zhang Taichu, who was sitting with his legs crossed, staring at him with a playful expression.

At this moment, Wang Ai felt her legs go weak.

To sit or not to sit, that is the real dilemma.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that the others didn't move, Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"Does this old Taoist priest expect me to personally help them to their seats?"

"No... I wouldn't dare."

Feng Zhenghao, being a rising star, reacted the fastest.

He suppressed his shock, forced a stiff smile, stepped forward, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Zhang Taichu:

"Junior Feng Zhenghao greets...Master Zhang."

"Um."

Zhang Taichu snorted, not even glancing at Feng Zhenghao, his eyes still fixed on Wang Ai and Lü Ci:

"Xiao Feng does know a bit about manners."

"Unlike some old folks who, after living a long life, seem to be getting worse and worse."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ai and Lü Ci's faces turned a deep shade of liver.

This is forcing them to back down!

And in front of so many younger people!

"Old Wang, Old Lü."

Feng Zhenghao turned his head and gave the two of them a wink.

Circumstances are beyond our control; after all, this is Longhu Mountain.

Based on last night's events, those sitting in front of me are likely two top experts.

A direct confrontation?

That would be suicide.

call--

Wang Ai took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently a few times.

Gritting his teeth, he braced himself and strode to the table.

Wang Ai didn't bow; instead, with a sullen face, he pulled out a chair and plopped down in it.

Seeing this, Lü Ci also came over with a gloomy face and sat down next to Wang Ai.

The other members of the Ten Elders exchanged glances and then cautiously found seats to sit down.

In a short time.

Around this not-so-large dining table sat a group of the most powerful people in the world of supernatural beings.

But the atmosphere was extremely eerie.

Zhang Taichu sat in the main seat, still fiddling with the toothpick in his hand.

Zhang Zhiwei sat to his left with a smile.

Tian Jinzhong sat in a wheelchair, watching the scene unfold on his right.

On the other side were the Ten Elders, who were sitting on pins and needles, their faces ashen.

"that……"

Feng Zhenghao seemed to want to break the awkward silence, and just opened his mouth.

"Shut up."

Zhang Taichu suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it made Feng Zhenghao swallow back the words he was about to say.

Zhang Taichu spat the toothpick out of his mouth onto the table, leaned forward slightly, and scanned Wang Ai and Lü Ci's faces with his dead fish eyes.

"Hey Xiao Wang."

Zhang Taichu stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly on the table.

"Just now at the door, I noticed your expression; you seemed pretty resentful, didn't you?"

"Don't you feel...?"

"I, Daoist Master, have been missing for sixty years."

"So, this body just rusted away?"

Or perhaps...

Zhang Taichu's smile deepened, but his eyes grew colder.

"You think your broken cane can even knock some sense into my head now?"