As the red-haired man finished speaking, Xun'er cast an indifferent glance at the platform occupied by the Soul Clan and said calmly, "Hun Feng, this is the Spirit Clan's territory, and today is their ceremony. You should restrain yourselves."
The moment Xun'er finished, the young man called Hun Feng slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of sinister eyes. A faint, surging battle intent seemed to lie suppressed within them as he looked at her.
As Hun Feng's gaze settled on her, a chilling, fierce aura instantly burst from his body and bore straight down on Xun'er.
"Hmph."
Sensing his move, Gu Zhe and Gu Su behind Xun'er snorted coldly. They were about to act when Xun'er interrupted them.
"Grandpa Su, Grandpa Zhe, let me handle this myself."
Gu Su and Gu Zhe exchanged a glance at her words, nodded in tacit understanding, and stayed their hands.
Xun'er raised her head toward Hun Feng. Golden flames flashed through her eyes, and her aura instantly became majestic and domineering. Clad in her long purple dress, she gazed at him like an imposing queen.
"Whoosh..."
As their auras clashed, a vast, circular vacuum roughly five feet across formed between the Soul Clan's and Gu Clan's platforms. A fierce aura spread from it, drawing everyone's eyes to the two of them.
"Hehe, today is the investiture ceremony for our Spirit Clan's holy maiden. I hope our honored guests who have traveled so far will do this old woman the courtesy of showing some restraint."
Just as Xun'er and Hun Feng reached a stalemate, a soft cough sounded. Then, beneath everyone's astonished gazes, the vacuum between them was silently smoothed away in an instant.
Immediately afterward, a stooped old woman appeared in midair without the slightest disturbance. A kindly smile rested on her deeply