Flowers Crushed by a Ruthless Hand

"Sect Master Su, we had no grudge against each other before. Why humiliate my Cui Family like this?"

Cui Huai'an took several deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the rage surging through his heart.

If possible, he did not want a conflict to erupt with Ghost Ridge Palace.

Relying on the Cui Family alone, facing the three Purple Mansion cultivators of Ghost Ridge Palace, they would likely be doomed.

"You're the Cui Family's head, are you not? I see that your Cui Family is deeply mired in sin without realizing it, and you even dare to shelter the enemies wanted by Ghost Ridge Palace."

With his hands behind his back, Su Jie stepped through the air and arrived before Cui Huai'an and the others one step at a time.

As Su Jie approached, a spiritual pressure swept over them like a mountain-shaking sea-roaring tide, making many Cui disciples' expressions change slightly and their hearts pound like drums.

But for the sake of the Cui Family's dignity, they ultimately did not retreat into the mountain-protecting formation to speak with Su Jie. That would have made them look far too cowardly.

"Sect Master Su, leave a way out for others. They're merely some old, weak women and children. They pose no threat to Ghost Ridge Palace, so why insist on wiping them out? For the sake of my Cui Family, I hope you can be broad-minded and let them go."

Cui Huai'an's heart lurched. Su Jie had indeed come to the Cui Family's door to demand punishment because they had taken in those Aristocratic Clan disciples.

But even at this point, Cui Huai'an still harbored a sliver of hope, believing that Su Jie would also be unwilling to engage in a head-on conflict with the Cui Family.

"Our Cui Family could never betray our