Mi Ya should have been very familiar with that aura. Anyone with even a little cultivation could tell that the person's meridians were weak and disordered. This was not an aura a normal immortal cultivator would give off; they were either gravely injured or their aura was impure.
Soon, I arrived outside the square before the main hall. The newcomer had also moved extremely quickly. With a delicate young woman beside him, he faced the hall entrance and glared at Mi Ya.
He introduced himself as Hua Zhanbao of the Council, which naturally kept the disciples from laying hands on him. Mi Ya looked him up and down, but paid little attention to the young woman.
"You're Mi Ya, the grand elder of law enforcement at Cloud Horse Temple, aren't you?" Hua Zhanbao's eyes were bloodshot, showing how furious he was. He looked about thirty-five or thirty-six. His burly frame was packed with muscle, clearly the result of physical conditioning, which was not unheard of among immortal cultivators.
Mi Ya snorted coldly. "What is the meaning of this, Senior Brother Hua? Barging into a temple's law enforcement headquarters? Even the Council cannot behave so unreasonably, can it?"
"First, take a look at who this is!" Hua Zhanbao's expression was grim as he pointed at the young woman he had just set down, his eyes full of compassion.
The delicate young woman was pretty, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, with a slender figure no different from that of an ordinary woman. Her aura, however, showed clear signs of depletion. Without a doubt, she had to be Hua Jieru, the young woman Ye Anquan had rescued.
She had not been trapped in that hell for long. Although she had been violated, a spark of resistance remained in her, allowing Ye Anquan to make