Li Sanjiu saw Xiao Jian reclining in his seat, composed and at ease.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Yet he was certain that, in that instant just now, he had sensed an indescribably terrifying killing intent.
That trace of killing intent had come from Xiao Jian!
But now, it had vanished—or perhaps it had been concealed.
Li Sanjiu frowned, then ultimately withdrew his gaze in silence and turned away.
Neither Qi Wei nor Wei Zhong noticed any of this.
"Has Xi Ning fallen into the hands of the Three Purities Dao Court?"
Su Yi asked. His voice was calm, but terrifying frost surged in the depths of his eyes.
He had overlooked something.
He could keep his composure, but the Ancient Xi Clan was undoubtedly already in utter chaos. Under such circumstances, Xi Ning was surely in the greatest danger!
After all, everyone would believe that it was because of her that the entire clan had suffered such a great disaster!
And in such circumstances, how agonized and pained must Xi Ning have felt?
When her clan regarded her as a sinner and handed her over to their enemy, how heartbroken would she be?
"No."
Only now did Qi Wei realize that something seemed off about Su Yi's mood.
He was too calm. There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in either his expression or his words.
"Old Ancestor Xun Hong refused the deal and forcefully declared that if Su Yi did not appear, he would slaughter every member of the Xi Clan, including Xi Ning."
Qi Wei spoke swiftly.
A trace of mockery appeared in Su Yi's eyes. "They bowed and yielded to their enemy, intending to hand over their own clansmen in exchange for a path to survival, only to be rejected by that enemy. What must