For the past thousand years, the Su Clan had been the second most powerful clan in the Grand-Orient Sect. But after what had happened, they wouldn’t be able to recover from that devastating defeat within a hundred years.

Their meeting today was merely coincidental. When Su Wuyou and Su Yiran saw Tianming and the two girls following him, they paled and shrank to one side, afraid of making eye contact. The reaction from Su Tao and Su Li, the ones who bullied Qingyu, was even worse, as they were visibly shaking. It had barely been three months and the Li siblings had reached a height they found impossible to imagine. Even Su Wuyou, the prime disciple of her generation and the strongest among them, couldn’t fight Qingyu.

“Qingyu, do you want to vent your anger?” Tianming asked.

“It’s fine. The real culprit is dead, and I don’t want others to think that we’re abusing our power.” Qingyu bit her lips.

“Fine, they’re not worthy of being your opponent anyway.”

Su Wuyou could hear every single...