The Zhang Clan was already in chaos. Large numbers of cultivators flew out from the estate, staring at the clan-protecting formation as blazing flames scorched the sky.
"Is an enemy attacking the clan?" someone asked in terror.
"What terrifying flames—they've actually shaken the clan-protecting formation..."
"Who on earth did this?"
In an instant, everyone in the Zhang Clan was gripped by panic. The expressions of many cultivators turned ugly, while the clan's deathsworn guards flew out one after another toward the outside. No matter what kind of enemy they faced, they had to stand at the forefront, even if it meant death.
Yet to everyone's surprise, there were only two people standing outside—a man and a woman, both of them seemingly very young. The man was handsome and carefree, his long white hair drifting through the air. His eyes were as calm as stagnant water, carrying a cold, sinister air. The woman was devastatingly beautiful, like a lotus rising from the water, so exquisite that no one could harbor even the slightest impure thought toward her.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking our Zhang Clan?" a middle-aged cultivator at the early Void Refinement stage demanded harshly.
He did not attack immediately, because he could not see through the cultivation of the two before him. If either of them had merely been at the Nascent Soul stage, he would probably have slapped them to death without another word.
"Bring out your clan head to speak with me," Lin Chuan said indifferently. He could not be bothered to waste words on these people.
"May I ask what business you have here, sir? If our Zhang Clan has offended you in any way, we can sit down and discuss it properly!" an aged voice called out from the depths of the