Dragon Lake

The four great families of Danxia were the Cai Clan of Dragon Lake, the Wang Clan of Xun Creek, the Mao Clan of Mao Gong Altar, and the Su clan of Shenwu Mountain. Naturally, Liu Xiaolou had dealt most often with the Su clan. After all, he had built his fortune by relying on them.

Next came the Cai Clan.

Within the Cai Clan, he was most familiar with Elder Cai. That old thing had even wanted to... In the wind and snow, a figure gradually came into focus. It was Leng Yue. He came treading through the snow, still carrying the frost unique to the Northern Border. Though his pace was slow, he exuded an imposing presence that could not be ignored. Cold light flickered in his eyes, like a blade tempered in ice and snow, aimed straight at the heart.

"Leng Yue!" Qing'er hurried forward, her voice carrying both delight and unease.

Leng Yue gave a slight nod. His gaze swept over the Oath Tablet, and his brow furrowed faintly. "The aura of the Avatar of the Will of the Shadow Realm is closing in. It is one step ahead of us."

Ye Ying's eyes narrowed. The Oath Shadow in his palm trembled faintly, as if it had sensed some threat. "It is testing us."

"It is more than testing us." Leng Yue's voice was grave. "It is already trying to erode the tablet body, only the Spirit of the Oath Tablet is suppressing it. We do not have much time."

Qing'er's heart sank. Just as she was about to speak, a streak of golden light tore across the night sky. Bai Shuang's figure emerged from that light and descended through the air. She wore the Golden Rune Robe unique to the Eastern Wasteland, with ripples of Oath