"Hm?"
Just as Zi Yan fell from the void and hit the ground unconscious, Li Yi, who was meditating inside the Treasure Refining Pavilion, suddenly opened his tightly shut eyes, a glint of light flashing within them.
"The Treasure Refining Pavilion?"
Zi Lang, the Eldest Young Master of Blackwater City, descended from the sky and stopped a dozen yards from Zi Yan, his expression grave.
He naturally knew something about the Treasure Refining Pavilion. He had even sent people to investigate it and learned that a powerful expert lived there in seclusion—no ordinary expert, either. From a few clues, he had even deduced that his father, who had reached the peak of the Nirvana Realm, seemed deeply wary of the Pavilion's owner and unwilling to provoke him lightly.
So he did not attack at once. Instead, he faced the Treasure Refining Pavilion, cupped his hands, and bowed slightly. "I am Zi Lang, the Eldest Young Master of Blackwater City. I have come to capture a family traitor. I hope you'll permit me to do so."
His voice carried over, but the Treasure Refining Pavilion remained silent. No reply came for a long while.
Zi Lang valued his life and did not dare act rashly, but his expression turned furious, and a hint of deep murderous intent flickered in his eyes. He had already made up his mind: if he ever got the chance, he would have the Pavilion's owner cut to pieces and executed by Lingchi.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
While Zi Lang was still seething at being ignored, several dozen figures appeared behind him. They were the same group who had just surrounded and attacked Zi Yan.
But now there was an additional figure among them: an imposing old man in green robes. The others seemed to defer to