Kowtowing to Great Elder Yan

Liu Xiaolou was granted a seat and sat across from Elder Xue of Ehuang Peak and Elder Song of Nüying Peak, conversing with them.

These two had been the actual heads of the Cangwu Sect for nearly thirty years. Aside from Grand Elder Yan Gongwang, the elders of the other peaks were all less cultivated than these two, and none cared as much about sect affairs as they did. Thus, the two of them made the decisions on virtually everything.

The elders of Qilin, Stone City, Stone Tower, and Zhuming Peaks had not come. Liu Xiaolou guessed they were likely somewhere inside or outside the mountain. Pei Shiyin was somewhat surprised, but since Cheng Xiyun had said so, she could only step aside and let Han Junyu enter.

He knew that a trace of illusion still lingered in his heart. Letting it grow was not because he intended to do anything, but because that illusion kept him from feeling too sorrowful.

A crescent-shaped, gleaming white Sword Qi slashed toward Zhou Yu with terrifying speed. In that instant, Luna directly initiated her ultimate skill, Crescent Assault, and followed close behind the Sword Qi.

Pei Shiyin looked at him with misty eyes, yet her heart gradually settled. What an incredible man she had encountered—she was already such a mess, yet he still loved her so deeply.

Kan Jiaxing had been facing the door. Hearing it bang open, she reflexively looked up and saw Zhang Mingyu walk in expressionlessly, his gaze like a blade as it fixed on her arm intertwined with Lin Zhengbiao's.

This matter was far too great, far too shocking for them. Therefore, their usually fierce eldest aunt did not make an unreasonable fuss this time, nor did she dare weep and complain before Old Madam, knowing it would be