Nine figures stood suspended in the air, their overwhelming pressure blanketing the entire bamboo forest.
They entered the territory of Little Green Peak as though it were uninhabited land.
One of them stood with his hands behind his back, leisurely surveying the scenery around him. "Little Green Peak's landscape layout was once peerless. Even Cloud-Reaching Peak could not surpass it."
Another took up the words, unable to hide the disdain in his tone. "Yet now, it cannot even produce a Dragon Court Realm cultivator."
The bamboo forest rustled, as though protesting in silence.
One of the nine women looked toward the rear mountain and suddenly chuckled. "I heard that seventeen hundred years ago, even the sect master had to wait outside this bamboo forest for word to be sent in."
"Today, though, the gates stand wide open, letting us come and go as we please."
Nie Qingzhu watched the conversation between the three people above her. Though the nine had used Thousand-Li Voice Transmission to blur their original voices, they had deliberately ensured every word carried clearly throughout the entire mountain.
Their conversation was crystal clear, echoing across all of Little Green Peak.
A cold snort came from the clouds. "Purging the Demon Sect's remnants is our duty."
Before the words had faded, the Guardian Bamboo Formation let out a groan of unbearable strain. "This is not a negotiation."
Jiang Yingxue's avatar merely watched the nine with a calm expression.
The nine spoke no further and shattered the great formation around the bamboo forest.
They intended to break into that cave abode.
Just then.
A full moon hung high in the night sky, its cold radiance pouring down like frost and bathing all of Little Green Peak in silver.
Moonlight entered through the door, carrying the elegant charm of rising