The Heads of the Three Top Immortal Spirit Families were respectively a dignified, beautiful middle-aged woman, an old man clad in a Daoist robe, and an ordinary-looking yet immensely imposing man.
Though the three merely sat casually on their stools, they exuded tremendous pressure, making people feel uneasy and utterly unable to focus.
Thus, the people standing before them—whether Feng Feiyang, who had just fallen in, or Zi Hanyan and the other four women, who had long been kneeling to one side—all wore dazed expressions and could not concentrate.
Hearing Feng Feiyang's words, the imposing man smiled faintly. "Don't spout nonsense, brat. If I hadn't led you here just now, did you think you could have arrived so easily?"
"What? So Clan Head, you were the one who set me up." Feng Feiyang wore a bitter expression.
Unlike Zi Hanyan and the other four women, as a descendant of the Immortal Spirit Feng Clan, he held these Clan Heads in awe but did not fear them much. Thus, he spoke far more casually.
"Otherwise, did you think you could so easily come to the place where we discuss matters?" the old man in Daoist robes said with a faint smile.
This old man in Daoist robes was the Clan Head of the Yin Yang Family among the Three Top Immortal Spirit Families.
The woman in palace attire immediately added, "Enough, stop frightening these little ones. And you few, get up as well."
The Wa Palace Lord's voice was gentle, and hearing it immediately brought peace to one's heart and mind.
Zi Hanyan and the other four women, who had been anxious and unsettled, felt their spirits jolt upon hearing the woman in palace attire. They were no longer as uneasy as before.
After rising from the ground, Zi Hanyan and