"This fiend has been executed!"
Xi Buwei's booming voice pierced through layers of watery mist and spread in all directions, shaking rings of ripples across the lake's surface.
Before Ji Lanjun and the others could draw near, Xi Buwei casually flung his hand back, tossing the charred corpse in his grasp toward the open inner-ring area as though he were throwing away a dead pig. With a palm strike in midair, he blasted it into chunks, every movement brimming with vindictive fury.
"This fiend dared bully my beloved daughter. Death was too good for him!"
Xi Buwei dusted off his hands and laughed heartily as he waded through the water toward Xi Youmeng.
A casual sweep of his gaze caught Xi Youmeng's dazed, vacant expression, and his brows immediately furrowed.
As the person closest to Xi Youmeng, Xi Buwei noticed his precious daughter's abnormality almost at a glance.
Though Xi Youmeng wore a mask, as her father, he could still sense an indescribable sorrow from her. Especially her eyes—at that moment, they seemed to have lost their former watery brightness, dimmed in a way that made one's heart ache.
Xi Buwei could tell that his daughter was upset beyond measure. And this unhappiness seemed different from when her favorite snacks had gone stale, or when a fellow disciple close to her had died.
There was no time to ponder it carefully.
A rogue cultivator in a red robe standing on the shore called out flatteringly, "Master Xi, misfortune has turned into a blessing for you. Have your injuries fully recovered?"
Another man beside him chimed in, "More than just his injuries. Judging by Master Xi's majestic aura just now, his strength has likely returned to the peak of his former days—perhaps even surpassed it. Before long, he may well return