“Looks like anyone can become an ancestor nowaday. That’s a tiny sect for you, can’t produce any impressive character and have to use a cripple as a fake.” Zhou Ziqing glanced over at Li Qiye after hearing Weizheng and found nothing impressive in her eyes.

“Miss Zhou, watch your words!” Weizheng finally barked back.

He didn’t want trouble by provoking Central Sacred Ground, but this insult towards the ancestor was out of line.

One’s honor was more important than life for many cultivators.

“So what?” Zhou Ziqing didn’t give a damn: “What are you going to do about it if I keep running my mouth? Mountguard is only an insignificant sect, our Central Sacred...