Liu Xiaolou had not actually intended to trouble the three big shots. His original plan had only been to ask Elder Bai to step in. Elder Bai was the Steward Elder of the main Zhanglong Sect, a late Golden Core cultivator; whether in status or cultivation, he was perfectly suited.
But when they were discussing the matter, Old Witch Luo suddenly sidled over. After hearing a few words, she eagerly took the matter upon herself, even pulling Lu Boqi in to form a three-person matchmaking group.
This was followed by another lengthy round of back-and-forth.
The Golden Yang Holy Son did not explain. His gaze fell upon Fei Gu, and his pupils unconsciously constricted.
Ye Jian snorted softly and tapped repeatedly with his right hand. Several flying swords immediately shot forth like bolts of lightning, carrying terrifying second-stage perfected slaughter sword intent as they instantly pierced through the four undead monsters behind them.
The moment he finished speaking, a terrifying will burst forth from his body, shooting straight into the heavens and stirring the winds and clouds in every direction. Under the influence of that will, the void shattered even more violently.
"Why haven't I seen any male elves? Uh, I mean men like us humans—more muscular, with rougher voices, and without two lumps of flesh on their chests." Luo Lin gestured wildly as he described them.
The Empress was the most protective of her own, doting excessively on the two brothers. Whenever the Zhang brothers clashed with Brother Shou, there was no need to ask which side their elder sister would take.
They did not say who it was, but at least they now knew the general direction. Though there was nothing they could do about the Temporal Divine Cult, they at least knew who was involved. And it