The Ancestor Above, Accept This Grandchild's Bow

Golden light plunged down from above, but came to an abrupt stop halfway.

Someone was there!

A streak of light charged forward, and several beams of sword light tore through the air, their target unmistakably the island where the bird demon was.

There were eight of them. At the head was a black-clad woman with ink-dark hair, a cold expression, and jade sleeves fluttering gracefully as she rode her sword.

Lu Bei waved a hand and summoned a cloud of mist, carrying Lord Xinli into hiding within it.

"Sect Master Lu, has the situation changed?" Lord Xinli asked in puzzlement.

"It has. Someone's target overlaps with ours. The female sword cultivator looks decent—just barely past the threshold of ordinary goods."

"..."

"By the way, Lord Xinli, you're upper-grade among ordinary goods. You're already a beauty chosen from ten thousand."

"..."

Even someone chosen from ten thousand counts as ordinary goods? Just how high are your standards?

Yi Feng stopped her sword-riding advance and raised a hand, signaling a formation to be established. She warily scanned the surroundings, and her cold features instantly turned solemn.

There were eyes on them!

The group immediately assumed formation. After a long while, with no upheaval in the wind or clouds, one disciple asked, "Elder Yi, where is the thief?"

"Silence. Nobody speak. The watcher's strength is unknown and may very well surpass this elder's." Yi Feng focused her mind and spread her Spiritual Sense to its utmost extent, searching for where the watcher was hiding.

The results were meager.

She could see King Black Feather clearly even from several thousand miles away, yet she found nothing at all in the direction of the watcher.

After the time it took to finish a cup of tea, Yi Feng confirmed that the gaze had flashed only