Gu Qingyang swept through the skies above Wutan City, keeping his aura concealed. Suddenly, the space ahead of him began to twist, forming a black vortex.
Li Chen stepped slowly out of it.
Gu Qingyang stopped short, Dou Qi surging through his body. "Who are you?"
"A Dou Zun from the Central Plains, trespassing on Heaven Beyond Heaven's territory without permission. Considering how hard you worked to cultivate, I'll let you leave. Turn back."
Gu Qingyang froze for a moment. Heaven Beyond Heaven? He had never heard of such a faction. More importantly, he could not gauge the man before him.
He tried to sense the man's cultivation. His Dou Qi reached out, and although the man was clearly standing there, plainly visible, his probing found nothing but empty air. No Dou Qi, no soul, no aura-nothing.
Wasn't Wutan City, where the Xiao Clan resided, just a remote little city in a remote corner of the Northwest Continent, with only three small clans whose strongest members were merely Da Dou Shi?
"I'm here on Ancient Clan business," Gu Qingyang said gravely. "I've come to take Miss Xun'er back to the clan. You'd best step aside."
"The last person who tried to threaten me with the Ancient Clan's name now begs for my affection every day."
"What have you... done to... Miss Xun'er!" Gu Qingyang flew into a rage at those words. Who else here could have mentioned the Ancient Clan but Gu Xun'er?
The aura of a peak Dou Zun erupted at full force. The air around him warped violently, and the space beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.
He turned his right hand over, and a purple-gold dragon brush appeared in his palm. Dragon patterns coiled around its shaft. With a stroke of its tip through empty space,