Dreamlike Island.
A spirit talisman floated in the air, releasing a curtain of lightning.
Yet its purpose was not protection, but imprisonment.
Inside were many people: members of the four great lineages besides the Long Clan, as well as cultivators who had been recruited and deceived into coming to the island.
"There's no way out!"
"Zhao Qianyun, may you die a horrible death!"
"Let us out!"
They were utterly despairing, yet completely helpless.
Suddenly, three people approached from the other side. One of them was Zhao Qianyun.
Beside him stood a man and a woman.
The man's age could not be discerned. He was shrouded from head to toe in a black robe, appearing exceptionally mysterious.
Zhao Qianyun addressed him as "Old Wu."
The woman was not very old, only around twenty or thirty. Her skin was fair and tender, and every flicker of her eyes carried a bewitching charm capable of stealing one's soul.
She wore a dark violet gauze dress, its hem cut extremely short to expose her pale calves.
She wore no shoes, moving barefoot, every toe painted purple.
The thin gauze clung to her body, outlining her exquisite curves.
Everyone knew her name: Xiao Meier.
At that moment, Zhao Qianyun spoke. "Old Wu, Fellow Daoist Xiao, I've brought the people here, and there are plenty of them. When will we begin what you promised?"
Old Wu said indifferently, "What's the rush? The Dragon Vein was only severed not long ago, and its spiritual qi has yet to fully leak out. We must wait at least a few more days."
Xiao Meier nodded in agreement. "Exactly, exactly."
Displeasure appeared on Zhao Qianyun's face. "These past few days, Fellow Daoist Xiao has been harvesting yin and replenishing yang, constantly increasing her strength. Yet ever since I came to