Amid the sharp cry of a white-headed stork, another group of more than twenty flying-rider tribe cultivators arrived.
"White-headed stork spirit beasts—you're people of the Kua Tribe!" Luo Kang, Hou Santong, and the others had already resolved themselves to die, but Luo Qing's eyes suddenly turned icy. Her entire person was like a nimble, otherworldly sword. There was none of that intimidating sharpness; instead, she gave off a moonlight-like agility. That moonlight-like aura spread outward, creating an all-pervasive feeling, like quicksilver pouring over the ground. Everyone's expression changed, as if the area enveloped by that aura had already fallen within the other party's sword intent.
"That's right, we are people of the Kua Tribe. Miss Luo, you killed quite a few members of my Kua Tribe. Today, we've come especially to seek your instruction." The leader, Kua Sen, was none other than one of those who had participated in the encirclement of Lu Xiaotian back then. He now stared coldly at the water-green-robed woman before him.
"Eight years ago, you surrounded a silver-haired young man. That silver-haired young man was even crippled in both legs. Did you ever think that you would have to pay the debt?"
Luo Qing's features were cold and aloof. Afterward, she had gone to every length to investigate. From Wu Yan, Peng Dayong, and another group of cultivators who had escaped from the rift, she had learned the general details of what happened that day. Judging from the flying beasts that had appeared at the time, she could also infer which flying-rider tribes had participated in the great battle to encircle Lu Xiaotian. Over the years, she had killed quite a few members of the flying-rider tribes, and from the scattered words of hostile cultivators, she had pieced together the events of that day bit