Inside the Zhenwu Dao Zang.
The voice of Ling Xuan, head of the mansion, thundered with a fury that shook the ancient stones.
The other four Qingping disciples’ faces were pale, their expressions fraught with a palpable fear. In all the time they had known him, Ling Xuan had been strict, but he had never lost his temper, let alone berated one of them so fiercely.
Even when they had failed to grasp the fundamentals of either the Taiyin Pole
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