Lan Qin pinched a transmission talisman between her fingers. "Fine. If you dare come before the army formation, I don't mind meeting you. Of course, you may come alone, and I won't bring any other subordinates."
"Wouldn't it be too risky for you to go alone?" Ji Ran frowned.
"Are you stupid? I never said I'd go alone." Lan Qin cut off the talisman and snorted. "Have your men ready. Once I hold her down, activate the Harmonized Qi Sword Formation immediately."
"A sect disciple indeed lives up to her reputation." He grinned.
"Enough talk. Go set up the formation."
Ordinary people would surely refuse, but Lan Qin knew Liu Shuyue was no ordinary person.
Sure enough, she moved.
Liu Shuyue walked toward the outskirts, neither fast nor slow, every step incomparably firm. Leaving the protection of the city walls meant her group could no longer provide support with metal artifacts. From here on, all she could rely on was her own Immortal Arts.
So what?
They were both disciples of the Lotus Cloud Sect. Though each had their own specialties, they knew the extent of each other's abilities well enough.
Even at a time like this—you still wanted to put on that act of caring for the common people?
A cruel sneer surfaced on Lan Qin's face.
Don't think dying would let you put an end to everything. Immortal Master Jiang had plenty of ways to turn a corpse into a tool that would utterly shatter your dignity and reputation.
Only when Liu Shuyue came within ninety feet of the army formation did Lan Qin part the crowd and stroll unhurriedly before her junior sister. They stopped twenty paces apart. Behind one stood an overwhelmingly powerful army of Cultivators; behind the other stood the crumbling Zhangwei City.
"It's been