Outside the Heavenly Illusion Hall, he was the moon surrounded by stars.
Shen Qinglian's gaze shifted, glancing at Ye Li, who was surrounded by disciples, then at her own disciple, shut out by her fellow sect members and standing all alone.
A trace of bemusement appeared on Shen Qinglian's radiant face.
This disciple of hers was rather too embarrassing.
Casting those thoughts aside, Shen Qinglian revealed a smile that kept others a thousand miles away.
Looking toward the uninvited guests from other sects, she raised her fair hand and dispelled the barrier. "Grandmasters, since your disciples have already lost, our sect has no intention of keeping you here. Please return at once, lest your disciples' souls suffer harm."
Ye Nantian's expression darkened. He raised a hand and retrieved his disciple's soul, and the other grandmasters at the grandmaster completion realm took back their disciples in turn.
In martial arts, the more people you beat to death, the greater your skill.
Now that Ye Li had beaten everyone to death through sheer strength, they had nothing to say.
"To think your immortal sect quietly recovered Ye Li. You certainly caught us off guard, but do remember that the tallest tree catches the wind."
One grandmaster at the grandmaster completion realm smiled sinisterly. "After all that effort to recover such a fine disciple, don't let another accident befall him. Heavenly Will watches from above, after all. We're merely concerned for your sect."
"You need not worry yourselves over that."
Faced with those barbed remarks, Shen Qinglian said indifferently, "The Heavenly Illusion Immortal Sect takes meticulous care of its disciples."
When words found no common ground, even half a sentence was too much. Seeing their plans fall through, the grandmasters had no desire to linger.
Their sleeves fluttered, and they turned into streaks