Above the valley.
At the entrance to the Azure Luan Tribe.
A Horned Dragon coiled erratically through the air. Ji Yuan, his crimson-red hair streaming behind him, stood behind Long Yun and looked down imperiously at the two guards. "Where the hell have all you people of the Azure Luan Tribe gone?"
"You sent only the two of you to receive me. Could it be that your Azure Luan Tribe looks down on our Phoenix Clan?"
The moment those words fell, the two guards kneeling on the ground began to tremble like leaves, unable even to speak clearly.
If they dared shoulder such a charge, forget this lifetime—even their next lives might be gone.
Ji Yuan had not expected the two of them to give him any answer. After speaking, he straightened and surveyed the scene before him.
The suspected Seventh Tier mountain-protecting Formation was still active.
The Purple-Eyed Clan cultivators presumably had not yet left. After all, barely more than a day had passed—if they had fled that quickly, that would be amusing.
After waiting no more than a breath, Azure Feather, dressed in a long azure gown, flew out.
Yet the expression on her face was no longer the one she had worn earlier.
When the guard had reported that a Phoenix Clan lord had arrived, her first reaction had been disbelief.
How could the Phoenix Clan possibly come at a time like this?
Moreover, according to the old rules, whenever the Phoenix Clan came, they would notify them months in advance so the Azure Luan Clan could make thorough preparations and provide all the proper pomp before the Phoenix Clan lord made an appearance.
When had they ever paid a sudden visit like this?
But someone impersonating the Phoenix Clan in the Southern Demonlands—how could that be