The light was absurdly fast. Before anyone could react, He Xifan had vanished, and every ghost at the Ghost Gate was left stunned, their faces changing drastically as they scattered and looked up at the sky!
On my side, Grandpa Baishun, Mother, Granny Meng, and Shan Long all gathered around me, staring toward where the light had come from. They were preparing to protect me. Han Yao and Ru Xue had come back to their senses and immediately led the group away. Everyone knew what those words meant: it concerned something from the Immortal Sect. Anyone who dared set their sights on it would die!
"I was wondering why Fu Qingyun and his son had vanished from the mortal world. I checked their soul lamps and found out they were both dead. So whose hands has the sword fallen into now? Let me have a look!"
As soon as his voice fell, a thin-faced man in white suddenly appeared on the deck! Four other men and women in white stood behind him, all with the appearance of middle-aged people. Looking at our crowd of humans and ghosts, they wore mocking expressions, seemingly holding us in utter contempt.
"The sword originally belonged to Yitian. No one is taking it!" Mother roared, pointing her cleaver at the middle-aged man in white.
"The Ancestral Dragon Sword doesn't belong to anyone. It belongs to our Immortal Sect. Why are all these ignorant little ghosts sticking their heads out?" The middle-aged man looked coldly at Mother. He raised a hand, and a streak of white light flew out. Mother took the brunt of it, and several ghosts behind her vanished without a trace!
Clang! The cleaver fell to the ground, ringing wildly. I stared at the place where Mother had disappeared, and my eyes instantly