Atop a lofty peak wreathed in immortal mist, True Person Daoxuan, the Qingyun Sect's leader, was making arrangements for the upcoming Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament.
"Reporting to the Sect Leader, Martial Aunt Shuiyue of Little Bamboo Peak requests an audience!"
Hearing the report from a young disciple, True Person Daoxuan was somewhat curious. What could Shuiyue possibly want from him at a time like this?
Could she be hoping to secure a few extra conveniences for Little Bamboo Peak's female disciples during the upcoming Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament?
If that were the case, it would be rather difficult to handle.
One wrong move, and the disciples of the other peaks would secretly accuse him of favoritism.
However, when Shuiyue arrived with Lu Xueqi, Daoxuan discovered that the heads of the other peaks seemed to have come as well.
Once everyone had gathered, Shuiyue bluntly asked the other disciples to leave.
Dao Xuan trusted this junior sister of his greatly, so he simply dismissed several disciples and sect members, leaving behind only the heads of the major peaks.
Daoist Cangsang, the head of Dragon Head Peak, sensed that something was amiss and asked with a gloomy expression:
"Junior Sister Shuiyue, everyone who should leave has left. Shouldn't you explain why you gathered us all here?"
In truth, Cangsang felt somewhat guilty, since he had already secretly colluded with members of the Demonic Sect.
Yet Shuiyue was acting so mysteriously now that Cangsang feared his deeds had been exposed.
If they turned against him now, there was no way he, Cangsang, would leave Qingyun Sect territory alive.
Shuiyue merely gave Cangsang an amused glance, but it immediately frightened him into a pounding heartbeat. One hand was already poised to draw his magical treasure and break through the encirclement of the