Flowing Light City.
It stood three hundred li beyond the Great Mountain Range, with a population of more than two hundred thousand. Walls encircled it, and it was prosperous enough.
The Sheng Family had ruled the city for several hundred years.
The lineage had deep roots, with interests in markets, mines, and medicinal fields. Though it was not yet a major power, it was a dominant force within a hundred li.
And on this day, someone came calling.
The main hall of the Sheng residence.
Sheng Yunhai, head of the Sheng Family, sat in the seat of honor. His face was ruddy, his hair and beard white, and his brocade robes lent him an imposing air. Several core elders sat on either side of the hall, discussing family affairs.
Suddenly, an invisible pressure enveloped the entire residence.
The elders in the hall were all at the Profound Martial Realm, yet their hearts sank as one. It felt as though an invisible sword hung over their heads, radiating a piercing sharpness that chilled them to the bone.
"What's going on?"
Sheng Yunhai's expression changed. He sprang to his feet and swept out his spiritual sense. His eyes narrowed, and in a flash, he was outside the hall. The other elders followed close behind.
In the courtyard stood a man in blue robes, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked barely twenty, but his bearing was as steady as a deep abyss.
Behind him, two men were bound by an invisible force. Their faces were ashen, and they could not move.
"Elder Yan! Elder Wenxuan!"
Everyone was shocked. Sheng Yunhai's pupils contracted as well.
He could sense that the blue-robed man's cultivation was unfathomable—at least the Profound Martial Sixth Layer. Worse, he was a sword cultivator, whose offensive power was the