White Cang flapped his wings and slowly landed atop the platform before folding them away. Ye Lin and Xia Wuju then jumped down onto the platform as well.
"Take good care of my White Cang. Where is that brat Chu Yunxiao? Bring him out here. This time, I'll make him beg for death but be unable to die."
Xia Wuju said with a savage expression. Though he had been polite and courteous before Ye Lin, he was, after all, the Seventh Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty—the deeply favored young prince.
His temper was far from good.
Outside, aside from his father, he gave no one any face.
"Seventh Prince, this... Chu Yunxiao happened to leave for training a few days ago. He isn't in the sect. This..."
Upon hearing this, Bi Yi before him spoke with a hesitant expression, looking utterly troubled.
Xia Wuju merely sneered and slowly raised his right hand, making a faint beckoning gesture.
The next instant, an oppressive aura that nearly suffocated him descended upon him. Under that pressure, his waist bent even lower.
Bi Yi's expression changed. A Profound Immortal...
He could not help but look up at the Seventh Prince before him. Profound Immortals were the pinnacle combat power of the entire Northern Frontier. So long as Grand Unity Profound Immortals did not emerge, a Profound Immortal was a true great power.
Moreover, wherever a Profound Immortal went, they were absolute powerhouses. He had never imagined that a Profound Immortal would be accompanying the Seventh Prince on this journey.
This was troublesome.
"Within one day, I want to see that brat. Otherwise, we'll settle both old and new scores together. Don't think I don't know about the filthy tricks your Mistveil Sect uses in the shadows."
"I'll give you only one day. If