"Who are you, fellow Daoist, and why are you blocking my way?" Fairy Ruyan's elegant brows furrowed slightly as she spoke slowly.
The Luo Family Ancestor did not answer at once. His face was full of calm indifference, yet in his heart, waves were surging like a storm-tossed sea.
Though he had never seen the woman before him with his own eyes, he naturally recognized her. The Luo family was bent on revenge, and over the years, he had been keeping watch on the high-ranking figures of the Seven Sects through many channels.
He had not expected to meet the Supreme Elder of Horizon Sea Pavilion on a narrow road here. Meng Ruyan was here—so that chaotic heaven-and-earth spiritual energy just now had not been caused by her. There was still another old monster of the Lihe Realm nearby. This was somewhat bad.
His eyes shifted as he pondered his next move, when a pleasant but angry voice entered his ears. "Why are you silent, fellow Daoist? Could it be that you, too, were entrusted by those bald donkeys of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect and want to stop me?"
The Luo Family Ancestor froze. His thoughts flashed like lightning, and the words already on the tip of his tongue were drawn back.
Through his observations over the years, he had discovered that the Seven Sects were no longer the single iron plate they had been several million years ago. No wonder; back then, they had the Luo Clan of Heavenly Province, that powerful common enemy, existing before them.
Now, the Luo family had turned to ash and smoke. Linked together, the Seven Great Powers could command the cultivation world of the twelve provinces. Though they appeared to have tacit understanding on the surface, in private they inevitably fought over