"Good, very good indeed!"

Li Qingxuan looked at the scene in the recording stone, his anger turning into laughter. He slowly descended, landing in front of Elder Gu Yue.

His gaze no longer held the usual warmth and calmness, only endless coldness and disappointment, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Gu Yue, I have not treated you poorly, and neither has the Qingyun Sect. As an elder of the Hall of Punishment, entrusted with the sect's discipline, you were supposed to be the guardian of our laws. Is this how you repay the sect's trust?"