Vast Sea City

Two days later, Marquis of Wu'an Mansion.

Tang Miao came calling again, his face even gloomier than last time, and the pain in his eyes impossible to conceal.

Behind him stood Tang Yuehua, her expression complicated, along with four Clear Sky Sect disciples carrying two heavy chests.

"Hall Master Xiao," Tang Miao forced out a smile, one uglier than a cry. "We gathered everything you asked for overnight. Please... inspect it."

He gestured for the disciples to open the chests.

At once, a faint radiance filled the hall.

The chests contained all manner of supplies listed by Xiao Yin, neatly sorted and arranged: rare metals, precious herbs, and several perfectly sealed ancient scrolls.

Xiao Yin casually swept his gaze over them, then gave Ying Yue behind him a slight nod.

Understanding his meaning, Ying Yue drifted forward. Her fingertips lightly touched several key items as she sensed them. A moment later, she nodded at Xiao Yin, indicating that everything was correct.

"The Clear Sky Sect truly keeps its promises." Only then did Xiao Yin reveal a faint smile and wave his hand.

Ying Yue and two other mansion guards stepped forward and carried the two chests away.

Seeing this, the huge weight on Tang Miao's heart lifted by more than half, only to be replaced by an even deeper sense of suffocation.

He cautiously asked, "Hall Master Xiao, then... our sect's Third Elder and Seventh Elder..."

Xiao Yin did not make things difficult for him. Rising to his feet, he said, "Come."

The group went outside the hall.

Tang Xun and Tang Lie were still lying on stretchers on the ground. Their complexions had improved somewhat, but they remained unconscious.

Xiao Yin extended his right hand, palm facing downward, hovering a few inches above their chests.

A wisp of gray