Feng Hu sneered. "Feng Ci, you've really grown more pathetic with age. For a junior, you'd even throw away the clan's dignity."
Feng Ci slowly lifted her eyes, their depths cloaked in bone-chilling frost.
She could no longer be bothered to argue with him.
Back in the Feng Clan's ancestral grounds, her avatar had just forcibly broken out of seclusion. She scooped the frail, unconscious Feng Ling'er securely into her arms, her fingertips swiftly finding the girl's wrist to examine her pulse and the damage to her divine soul.
Beside the courtyard's stone steps, several Feng Clan disciples lay sprawled in disarray, their clothes disheveled. Feng Ci had just knocked them unconscious with a single palm strike.
Feng Ci swept a glance over them, her heart sinking into cold, deathly stillness.
Thank goodness. This fool's paranoid madness today wasn't aimed at taking lives. At a time like this, he still wanted to force dual cultivation on his own Feng Clan's Clan Lady. He'd utterly lost his mind!
Outsiders knew only that the Feng Clan was an ancient clan of the Southern Region, a prestigious clan of Heavenly Origin with deep foundations.
Only Feng Ci, who had held the clan's reins for years, saw its situation with absolute clarity.
For nearly a thousand years, the Feng Clan had gone downhill, its fortunes flowing steadily toward ruin.
In Feng Ci's eyes, the so-called "heaven's chosen" of the younger generation, showered with praise, were all mediocre talents. Yet every last one reveled in the ancient clan's prestige and thought far too highly of themselves.
She had surveyed the entire clan, carefully taking stock of every junior's Dao heart and aptitude. In the end, only one verdict remained-the old crop was gone, and the new had yet to ripen.
Among those supposedly outstanding juniors,