Qingyun Peak, located in the core of the Central Region, was a true Holy Land for cultivation, and Qingyun Pavilion occupied this very place.
The entirety of Qingyun Peak was covered in rings of shattered rock mountain ranges, and the ravines in the center of countless rocks paved the way, instantly forming a magnificent grand avenue leading directly to the residential mansion of Qingyun Pavilion.
"My lord, everything is now ready except for the east wind."
"Xiao Gui has already been locked in the Water Prison and is being guarded by Lord Lingyu. This time, we cannot afford to lose."
"As long as Xiao Yan comes, he will never return this time," Qing Feng said with an indifferent gaze inside the main hall of Qingyun Pavilion. When mentioning the two words Xiao Yan, his voice unconsciously grew a bit heavier, clearly showing extreme disgust for Xiao Yan.
"Just wait." The moment the words fell, Qing Yunkun immediately stood up and slowly looked through the window of the main hall.
"Rumble!" At the same time, on the magnificent grand avenue of Qingyun Peak, streaks of tyrannical flames surged from the bottom of Qingyun Peak, looking as though fire were scorching the sky.
"Th-that is what?" There were constantly patrolling soldiers around the grand avenue on Qingyun Peak, but when their gazes perceived this bizarre power, they instantly felt a wave of dryness well up.
"Xiao Yan?" Suddenly, as the fiery figure grew closer and closer, many of the patrolling soldiers also spoke out in panic.
Within Qingyun Pavilion, disciples of their caliber at the base level basically did not meddle in sect affairs, hence they were merely the ignorant. Yet they vividly remembered Xiao Yan, because the two Xiao brothers had already been thoroughly placed on Qingyun Pavilion's wanted list.
Because