"Wei He, what are you here for again?!"
A group of women from Wanfei Palace leaped out indignantly, each rushing from their rooms into the first-floor hall.
Wei He's utterly undisguised aura of force was like the sun itself—there was no way they could fail to notice it.
"Where is the remaining True Person of Wanfei Palace?" Wei He asked calmly.
"It's me! Senior Brother Wei, you've already taken Senior Sister Xian'er away. What more do you want?! Acting so arrogantly, aren't you afraid of bringing disaster upon your Xuanmiao Sect?" Zuo Qing was still quite resolute when it came time to stand firm.
She was the first to step forward, landing on the first floor to confront Wei He.
"Say those words to my Xuanmiao Sect's Sect Master Senior Sister yourself," Wei He said slowly, his gaze settling on Zuo Qing's face.
Though he did not think this woman before him, who looked somewhat naïve and dull-witted at a glance, had anything to do with Three Faces. Still, it did not matter.
"Right now, I suspect you of colluding with Three Faces," he said, enunciating every word.
"Senior Brother Wei! What exactly are your intentions?! Using Three Faces' name to seize people without restraint?! You are trying to—" Zuo Qing shouted sharply, but before she could finish, she felt a torrent of force howling toward her face.
The gray-black Returning True Force, while she was still roaring in anger, crashed down like a tsunami, sealing off every possible angle of escape as it bore down on her.
Wei He reached out with one hand. Vast force shot forth as if it cost nothing, stirring up a fierce gale throughout the entire first-floor hall.
Even though he had concentrated his force, the ornaments on the surrounding tables and chairs were