Luan Madam said, "Alas! The only one to blame is that boy for being so utterly unaware of the immensity of heaven and earth. He even dared flaunt a Ninth Grade Profound Weapon. Dying an unnatural death serves him right."
"You haven't taken a fancy to that boy, have you?" Situ Lian asked with a cold smile.
Luan Madam smiled seductively, her crimson lips gleaming like crystal. In a soft voice, she said, "To be honest, that boy is rather handsome, and his martial cultivation is quite outstanding. If I could obtain his Yang Essence, perhaps my cultivation could rise another level."
Situ Lian was not particularly angry. She merely smiled faintly. "What a pity. He is destined to be torn to pieces by the Thunder Clan. You have no chance."
"Hehe!" Luan Madam smiled leisurely, her gaze incomparably bewitching.
In another district of the city, atop a seven-story dark-blue tower.
Zi Hanyan stood on the tower's seventh floor, able to overlook more than half of Sky Stone City. Her starry eyes gazed toward the enormous lightning barrier in the distance, and she frowned slightly. "Old Ancestor, should we make a move and save them?"
The Zi Clan Old Ancestor sat inside the tower, his body enveloped in white radiant clouds. "You must think this through. Our Zi Clan can lend him a hand in certain matters and form a good bond. But if we make a move to save him, we will completely offend the Thunder Clan. We may even suffer attacks from other powers within Sky Stone City."
Zi Hanyan naturally understood the stakes involved. "But the Thunder Clan already possesses two Ninth Grade Profound Weapons. If they obtain another Ninth Grade Profound Weapon, their strength will surely become even greater. That would be highly unfavorable to