The old man who had suddenly arrived stepped in front of the two disciples and demanded with a frown, "Junior Sister Chu, what do you mean by this?"
The woman opposite had long, dark hair that drifted in the wind. Her eyes were as dark as lacquer, and her every glance brimmed with heroic spirit. Yet her bearing was also elegant and serene. At a single sight of her, one could only admire her from afar, never daring to harbor the slightest impure thought.
Her cool, distant air was like a Longquan sword glowing faintly in the dark. It made people marvel at the sword's exquisite beauty, yet they dared not approach too closely. Now, she spoke coldly.
"Elder Liu, you're an elder of the outer sect, and I have some respect for you.
"But whatever the matter is, you should ask these two outer-sect stewards.
"Especially Steward Yu. He sent two outer-sect disciples down the mountain to fetch my younger brother, but they didn't bring him back. Instead, they took it upon themselves to entrust him to someone else."
Her voice was chilly, with a hint of huskiness, like ice crystals clinking together. It was so clear and soothing that it felt pleasant in the ear.
Elder Liu frowned at her words and quickly looked toward the two men on the ground, who were now huddled together and shivering with cold.
He gave a cold snort and swept out a palm. In an instant, a vast surge of exotic power flooded into their bodies, driving away the chill.
Only after questioning them did Elder Liu learn what had happened. He frowned at Chu Feixue. "Junior Sister Chu, according to what they've said, those two outer-sect disciples were indeed at fault. They'll certainly be severely punished once they return to