The flames on Qingyu Mountain burned all night, as if they had set half the sky red; they could be seen from far, far away.
Before dawn had broken, the news that the Qingyu Lin Family had been exterminated spread through the many Martial Dao families in the surrounding area like a mournful cold wind.
Nanqing Mountain, the Xiang Family.
Xiang Feiying hurried to the gate of a small courtyard and lightly knocked on it.
The courtyard gate opened on its own, and a wisp of candlelight lit up inside the room within the courtyard.
"What is it?"
An aged voice drifted out from inside the room.
"Dad, we just received word that the Longxi Yu Family is besieging Qingyu Mountain!" Xiang Feiying's face was filled with a Solemn Expression.
Nanqing Mountain was over a hundred li from Qingyu Mountain, and from here, one could not see the flames rising over Qingyu Mountain, but the Xiang Family had still received the news First Time.
However, the information they had obtained was somewhat delayed; at this moment, the Qingyu Lin Family had already been exterminated.
With a creak, the old door slowly swayed open, and an elder draped in an azure Daoist robe paced out from within.
The elder's hair was already graying, and beneath the moonlight, it seemed to be covered in a thin layer of frost. When the bright moonlight poured down onto his face, a face with protruding brow bones was fully revealed.
His cheeks were gaunt, his skin hung loose, and the wrinkles were like cracks in a dried-up riverbed, carving down to the slightly drooping corners of his mouth, as if they were being pulled by some invisible force, giving him a cold, ruthless feeling.
This elder was the ancestor of the Nanqing Xiang Family, Xiang