"Fellow Daoist Li, Fellow Daoist Yan, our Xie family has implicated you both this time. I'll inform Meng Fei right away and have him let you leave. As a dignified late-stage Ghost Lord Great Cultivator, he naturally won't make things difficult for you."
The Xie family's Old Ancestor had already regained his composure. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes as he turned toward Li Changshan and Yan Ming, who stood to one side, and spoke.
Hearing the Xie family's Old Ancestor say this, Elder Li and Yan Ming could not help but stare blankly for a moment.
At a time like this, the injured Great Cultivator before them could still think of the two of them. That alone was enough to show how upright the Xie family had always been in their conduct.
"Senior, although the two of us juniors are no paragons of virtue, neither are we petty men who cling to life and shirk death. Please don't concern yourself with us. If we can leave this place alive, so much the better. But even if we cannot defeat them and perish, Brother Yan and I won't so much as frown. Senior need not lower your head to those outside."
The Xie family members looked toward Elder Li. His expression was somewhat solemn, but not the slightest trace of panic showed on his face. Everyone present could not help but feel deeply impressed.
The two early Ghost Lord cultivators had been dragged into this affair. Facing two Great Cultivators on the opposite side who could intercept them, while trapped within a legendary and incredibly powerful formation, they could still remain so calm. Several Xie family elders whose minds had wavered slightly just now could not help feeling ashamed.
Although the Xie family members possessed profound cultivation, how could