But that was how things stood now.
Never mind whether the other party was real or fake.
His strength was right there, holding them firmly in his grasp.
They were meat on the chopping block!
Seeing that even the Pill Sect could not intimidate this man, the Ancestor was helpless as well.
What else could they do? He did not even take the Pill Sect seriously.
Even he, a mid-stage Manifest Saint Realm cultivator, could not defeat him.
They could only resign themselves to being butchered.
"Senior, can Yanzhi accompany you first?"
At that moment, Li Yanzhi entered, dressed in flowing white robes.
Her white hair draped over her shoulders, and violet light flickered in her eyes.
(For imagined details, please see the illustration in Chapter 62.)
She first spoke softly to Long Xie.
Then she walked over to her father, Li Qingxuan, and the Ancestor.
The three stood united—if they lived, they would live together; if they died, they would die together.
"Yanzhi, what nonsense are you talking about?!"
"Get out, now! This has nothing to do with you!"
Li Qingxuan immediately flew into a rage.
Had he not told Yanzhi to stay in the Alchemy Hall and not come out?
This was far too dangerous.
That frost-faced man could turn hostile at any moment.
"Father, I heard everything you said just now."
She already knew what had happened. After leaving the Alchemy Hall, she had questioned some disciples and hurried toward the main hall. Just as she was about to enter, she overheard the conversation between the three inside.
"Oh? You want to accompany me first?"
"Interesting. Go on."
"Your Excellency, my daughter is speaking nonsense. If anyone is to go, it should be me, the Holy Lord of this land!"
Li Qingxuan hurriedly said, even addressing him