Yun Qing stood with his hands behind his back, his double pupils overlooking the seven peaks as his commanding voice rang throughout the Perched Cloud Immortal Sect.
"Heavenly Origin Immortal World, the Yun Clan of the Eastern Region, one of the four ancient clans, the Ancestral Lineage's three thousand seven hundredth generation-"
"First of the Twelve Young Masters, Yun Qing."
Beside him, Yun Tianluo stepped half a pace forward with equally dignified bearing, a Yun Clan Command Token lighting up in his hand as well:
"Heavenly Origin Immortal World, the Yun Clan of the Eastern Region, one of the four ancient clans, the Ancestral Lineage's three thousand seven hundredth generation-"
"Second of the Twelve Young Masters, Yun Tianluo."
"May we ask which of our Yun Clan kin resides below?" they asked together, their voices like a clear breeze setting jade ringing.
Their Command Tokens lit up one after the other, ancient Cloud Runes illuminating the Perched Cloud Immortal Sect as their distinctive pulses probed steadily toward a certain spot in the rear mountains.
The restless Sect-Protection Grand Formation suddenly shuddered. At those two Dao Names, it slowly parted, transforming into flights of cloud steps that stretched beneath Yun Qing's and Yun Tianluo's feet.
Below, every disciple of the Perched Cloud Immortal Sect stared in shock at their own Sect-Protection Grand Formation, which had abruptly defected to the enemy. They exchanged looks of disbelief.
"Heavenly Origin Immortal World? Yun Clan kin?"
"The Twelve Young Masters? What are those?"
The younger disciples and quite a few elders looked bewildered, unable to keep from muttering. Hadn't they been about to fight just now? Why were they suddenly claiming family ties?
Only the oldest elder at their head abruptly narrowed his eyes. He whipped around toward the depths of the sect, recalling the words