Evil (4)

"Where is Yang Feng?"

Above the Yang Family's territory, a vast expanse of white cloud floated in the sky, bearing several thousand cultivators. In particular, Cloudveil Spirit Sect's upper echelon had turned out in full force!

Chen Yuan, the Nascent Soul Late Stage sect master; Long Hong, master of the Earth Spirit Pavilion, and Xiaoyao, master of the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion, both at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage; as well as the newly promoted Nascent Soul Early Stage masters—Feng Xin of the Wind Spirit Pavilion and Murong Ziyan of the Thunder Spirit Pavilion.

Other than the old man guarding the Scripture Repository, every Nascent Soul expert had arrived, along with the major Golden Core and Foundation Establishment disciples tempered through years of experience.

The pressure they exerted was overwhelming!

It was as though they were about to wage a sect-wide war, showing just how seriously Cloudveil Spirit Sect took this matter.

At that moment, Yang Min was away, and Yang Fushuo was not at home. Only Yang Zhuxing remained behind to guard the Household. Without hesitation, he flew into the air, stood above the Yang Family's territory, and asked:

"What does Sect Master mean by this? My Yang Family is an Immortal Clan of Cloudveil Spirit Sect. Many members of our Household hold important positions within the sect. If there is a matter, summon us and we will certainly come to the sect. With so many people coming to our Yang Family's territory, one might think you intend to wipe us out."

"I will ask one more time. Where is Yang Feng?"

Chen Yuan's eyelids drooped, yet he radiated authority without anger. The spiritual energy around him descended into chaos from a single sentence.

This was merely a trace of the aura he had leaked. If he truly unleashed his