The Clear Sky Sect Came Too?

"Leave?"

"Since when could some obscure little family afford to have a Soul Sage as a servant?"

"Are you from Spirit Hall?"

Li Yan cupped his hands. "What makes you think that, Patriarch Yang?"

"Everyone knows there's a blood feud between Spirit Hall and the Breaking Clan. If someone from Spirit Hall came here after being poisoned, wouldn't they be walking straight into a trap?"

There was nothing wrong with that reasoning.

The entire continent knew about the blood feud between the two sides.

But Yang Wudi was not so easily fooled.

He said, "Your young lady reached Soul Emperor rank in her twenties."

"Even the greatest sects would be hard-pressed to produce someone that talented."

"What family in this world has a genius like that? Tell me the truth."

Li Yan lowered his eyes.

He knew that if he could not keep their identities hidden, they would have to fight.

But just then—

Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

A clansman came running over, panting for breath.

"Patriarch, people from the Clear Sky Sect are outside."

At the mention of the Clear Sky Sect—

Yang Wudi whipped his head around.

"What did you say? The Clear Sky Sect?"

He hated Spirit Hall.

But he hated the Clear Sky Sect even more.

Spirit Hall's purge had made them open enemies.

The Clear Sky Sect was different. It was the ruling sect the Breaking Clan had served and supported for over a hundred years.

When disaster struck, they had shut their gates and abandoned the four subordinate clans outside, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Countless clansmen had died as a result, including his own younger brother.

He had held on to that grudge for over a decade.

"They still have the nerve to come here."

Yang Wudi forced the words