At Daggers Drawn

Inside the spacious treehouse, as Zhou Yang entered, the four sixth-rank members of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, Feng Xuan included, all fixed their eyes on him.

Faced with the scrutiny of four beings at the same level, Zhou Yang's expression did not change in the slightest. His gaze swept over the four of them before he smiled and cupped his hands in greeting. "I am Zhou Yang. Greetings, fellow Daoists of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan."

"This old woman is Qing Lan, undeservedly serving as the Great Elder of our clan."

Inside the treehouse, an aged woman with a Seven-Colored Phoenix Hairpin in her hair was the first to respond to Zhou Yang.

The old woman looked as though she had one foot in the grave, yet her cultivation was unfathomable. The feeling she gave Zhou Yang was in no way inferior to those Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivators.

As for the remaining two male members of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan aside from Feng Xuan, neither hurried to introduce himself. Instead, they regarded Zhou Yang with scrutinizing gazes that faintly carried a trace of hostility.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang curled his lips and took the initiative to address the two. "If I am not mistaken, these two must be your clan's Second Elder and Clan Chief, correct?"

Earlier, outside the sacred land, Jiang Fengxian had said that the Second Elder among the Heavenly Phoenix Clan's current six sacred-land elders was the grandfather she had never met.

Now, these two male members of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan were looking at Zhou Yang with such scrutiny. One was a white-haired old man, the other a middle-aged man, and their features bore a five- or six-tenths resemblance. Their identities were not difficult to guess.

Upon hearing Zhou Yang's almost provocative words, the Heavenly Phoenix