"Senior of the Zhan Tian Sect, may I ask why you have honored us with your presence?"
The Qingyun Sect Master led a group of elders forward to receive them, trembling with fear.
The leading Zhan Tian Sect elder could not be bothered to waste words with him.
The Son Mirror in his hand flashed, directly locking onto a secluded courtyard in the rear mountains of the Qingyun Sect.
"There is someone in that direction whom I seek," he said coldly.
"Hand her over, or I will flatten your Qingyun Sect today!"
The Qingyun Sect Master's expression changed drastically, because that direction was where his most beloved youngest daughter was.
It was also Yun Xi's retreat, the most outstanding genius the Qingyun Sect had produced in a hundred years.
"Senior, this... could there be some misunderstanding? My daughter has always been cultivating in seclusion within the sect and has never gone out. How could she..."
"Enough nonsense!"
A trace of impatience flashed through the Zhan Tian Sect elder's eyes, and he struck out with his palm.
Boom!
The Qingyun Sect Master, a Late Saint God Realm expert, had been unable to withstand even a single move.
He was blasted away, spitting blood, and his fate was unknown.
"Father!"
A sorrowful cry came from the rear mountains.
A beautiful young woman dressed in white robes rushed out of the courtyard.
She caught her fallen father.
She was Yun Xi.
The Zhan Tian Sect elder looked at her. The Son Mirror in his eyes was radiating dazzling light.
"That's right. It's her." He let out a cold laugh and waved his hand.
A great net formed from divine power descended toward Yun Xi.
"No!"
Yun Xi let out a desperate shriek.
But before a Divine Sect Realm expert, her resistance was so