When the Second Miss heard the news, she came out, followed by an old man with crane-white hair and the complexion of a child.
The old man's aura was deep as an abyss. He had clearly stepped onto the path of spiritual energy cultivation and possessed considerable cultivation.
"Miss, they have already broken into the rear courtyard."
The woman in golden robes frowned slightly. "Ma Fang did not act?"
The Ma Fang she spoke of was another cultivator stationed by the He Family.
The crane-haired old man pondered. "Yes. The Immortal Masters specifically instructed that no one was to interfere."
The Second Miss slowly walked toward the rear courtyard. The sounds of fighting could already faintly be heard in the air.
"He Estate... It has not been this lively in many years."
Her tone was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. "How many are there?"
"Three."
"Do they possess cultivation?"
The crane-haired old man smiled indifferently. "There are no spiritual energy fluctuations around them. They must have cultivated mortal martial arts to an extremely high level, which is why the estate guards could not hold them off."
There was utter unconcern in his words. In his eyes, those who had not cultivated were no different from ants.
In the Night Sui Kingdom, they had encountered so-called Martial Grandmasters who dominated the mortal world before.
Relying on the palm-sized miniature flying sword in his hand, the old man had casually slaughtered them as though killing chickens.
The Second Miss walked with unhurried steps, showing no panic over the disturbance.
She knew well that today's true leads were those Immortal Masters from the Shan Mountain Immortal Sect.
Her younger sister, who had already entered an immortal sect, had mentioned in her letters home that two of these four people were especially important.