Sword Qi fell.
In the Sun Family courtyard, Sun Changtai and Wang Deshan, who had been kowtowing and begging for mercy just moments ago, did not even have time to finish their final words before they were cut into a bloody mist by the Sword Qi.
The cultivators of the Sun and Wang Families did not escape either.
Chen Changqing spared none of those who had taken part in wiping out the Li Family.
As for the guests who had come for the birthday banquet, they had long since shrunk into the corners in terror, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Elder Zhao stood where he was, several cuts torn into his robes by the sword wind, his entire body stiff as a wooden stake.
He was not dead.
It was not because Chen Changqing's hand had slipped.
Chen Changqing simply could not be bothered to kill him.
"Elder Zhao."
Chen Changqing put away the Heavenly Thunder Sword and turned to look at him.
Elder Zhao's throat bobbed as he hurriedly cupped his hands.
"Please give your orders, Holy Son Chen."
That form of address was ten times more respectful than before.
Chen Changqing pointed at the wreckage filling the courtyard.
"The Sun and Wang Families slaughtered the Li Family and seized the Legacy Map. I happened to come across it today."
"You are an elder of the Flying Cloud Sect. Is Wind Cloud City under your jurisdiction?"
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Elder Zhao's forehead.
"Wind Cloud City is nominally under the protection of the Flying Cloud Sect."
"But the sect never intervened in the old affairs between the Sun, Wang, and Li Families."
He said it very quickly.
He feared that if he spoke even a moment slower, Chen Changqing would mistake him for an accomplice and