In midair.
Qin Zheng looked down at the village below, his gaze indifferent.
He could sense the killing intent in the eyes of those people as they looked at him.
But so what?
Their Soul Power fluctuations were far too weak!
The strongest among them was probably only a Soul King.
They were not even worth a second glance. If the people from the Clear Sky Sect did not show themselves, then all of them could be buried here!
Qian Renxue stood at Qin Zheng's side, her little face filled with nervousness and excitement.
She clutched Qin Zheng's sleeve tightly, her large eyes staring unblinkingly at the scene below.
Was Ancestor... really going to take her to slaughter the entire Clear Sky Sect outpost?
At the thought of the bloody scene she might witness shortly, Qian Renxue could not help clenching her little fists.
She was not afraid.
Rather... she was excited!
The hatred of her father's murder could never be shared beneath the same sky!
These people were all from the Clear Sky Sect.
They were all her enemies!
Ancestor was right.
As the young mistress of Spirit Hall, avenging her father was what she ought to do!
A trace of determination utterly unfitting for her age appeared on Qian Renxue's little face.
Qin Zheng seemed to sense her emotions. He turned to glance at her, the corners of his lips curving faintly.
Not bad.
This was what his teacher's descendant should be like.
She had spirit.
Just then.
A figure slowly stepped out from the crowd below.
It was an old man.
His hair and beard were entirely white, his face covered in wrinkles, and his back slightly hunched. He looked like an ordinary old man at death's door.
There was not the slightest trace of Soul Power