The Sword Qi of a Nine Turns Qi Refining Perfected Person surged out in an instant, aimed straight at a girl who had leaped out of the crowd.
The girl was named Yan Ruosi. She had attained Three-Turn Qi Refining and came from a declining second-tier Aristocratic Clan in Clear Harmony City. Dressed as a refugee, she could not help panicking at the sight of that tremendous surge of Sword Qi hurtling toward her.
Ten years ago, the Celestial Person ancestor who had guarded her Lineage for eight hundred years had returned to the Nether Bureau. Now, faced with the Demonic Calamity, her Lineage was like a porcelain vase without its ancestor to protect it, shattering easily under the calamity's impact.
Of her entire extended family, everyone but her had become food for the bald donkey in a Daoist crown. Had her three-turn life-bound divine ability not been able to ward off calamity, and had her father and mother not held that bald donkey back, she would have died in Clear Harmony City long ago.
She had only stepped forward this time to vent the pent-up misery in her heart. She had never actually intended to attack Cui Zhaowei.
The Yan Household upheld an upright, honorable tradition, and Yan Ruosi considered herself a reasonable person. She knew in her heart that Cui Qiezhe did not deserve the name Demon Chancellor. Had he not reacted swiftly and sent Celestial Persons to escort the refugees, she could never have reached the Capital City alive.
Knowing was one thing, but with misery pent up in her heart, she could hardly avoid voicing a few complaints.
She had heard that Chancellor Cui Qiezhe was approachable, never bullied the weak with his strength, and strictly disciplined the children of the Eastern Ya Cui Clan. Only