Over there, Yun Lan, the Southern Mountain Lineage Leader-the Yun Clan's god of wealth, usually so adept at working every angle outside the clan-had barely brought out his magic treasure to face the enemy when a piercing beam of sword light shot in from the side and forced him back.
Immediately afterward, the Azure Frost Sword Venerable, displaying her formidable might, grabbed her husband by the back of his collar like an eagle snatching a chick. She dragged him forcibly to the very rear of the Azure Lotus Sword Sect's sword formation and kept him firmly protected, leaving the Yun Clan members with only a slightly disheveled, helpless view of his back.
"My dear, I can do this. I really can."
Yun Lan's collar tightened around his neck as she hauled him away. Despite his words, he did not struggle in the slightest, letting the chill of sword qi capable of cleaving an ordinary Immortal Venerable in two swirl around him.
Once Yun Lan had been dragged away, only the Eldest Young Master remained at the center of the Yun Clan's seating area.
In a blind spot unnoticed by anyone, even those arrogant old monsters of Great Zhou, Yun Qing was unusually quiet.
Not that Yun Qing was normally all that lively. After all, he was accustomed to displaying all his "liveliness" on the stage inside his mind, where he directed and performed his own plays.
The uproar outside slid past Yun Qing's ears as though separated from him by a curtain of water. Only those who knew him well would have noticed that, ever since Yun Huang had been "forcibly returned to his place," the Yun Clan Eldest Young Master had not moved at all.
Beneath his black robes, his back was now like a fully drawn bow, every