Three days later, several hundred members of the sect gathered at the sect’s grounds, settling their eyes on their new Supreme Elder. Lu Changsheng intended to make his name known to all the martial artists in the Hundred Flowers Mountain Range, and the whole sect wanted to see whether he could put his money where his mouth was. Could he actually keep them safe?

Whoosh.

Lu Changsheng stepped out, sweeping his senses across the mountain range. 

An instant was all it took to know if anyone was out there.

"Hm?" Lu Changsheng’s gaze cooled instantly. "Three Earthly Saints are still here… Floating Cloud Sect's ancestor has left, but these three haven't. Confident in themselves, eh?"

Three people left meant three to make an example of. Of course, he would still be courteous first, then forceful if needed.

"The three days are up, but I'll say it once more. Any Earthly Saint still inside the Hundred Flowers Mountain Range should...