Everyone's faces filled with astonishment at those words. They had never imagined anyone would dare openly challenge Yellow Springs Venerable. Looking up toward the voice, they saw a figure in flowing white robes, like an immortal descended to the mortal world, slowly approaching the square through the air.
So beautiful!
As they watched that figure gently waving a folding fan, a faint smile on his face and an air of ethereal elegance flowing from his every gesture, he seemed like a peerless masterpiece. Everyone inwardly exclaimed in stunned admiration.
Yet Yellow Springs Venerable, standing in the center of the square, had no mind to appreciate this beautiful sight. Unlike the others, all he sensed from that immortal-like figure was endless chill and sinister gloom.
"Who... who are you?!"
Yellow Springs Venerable shuddered and forced the words out with some difficulty.
"Didn't I already tell you? I am this little girl's master-the person you intended to kill."
Hun Changqing slowly descended beside Zi Yan. A composed, faint smile remained on his face as he spoke to Yellow Springs Venerable in an utterly calm voice.
Hun Changqing did not maintain the hoarse voice he had affected while concealing his face. Instead, he used his natural voice, its jade-like warmth carrying a hint of serene coolness. It felt like a sweet, clear spring flowing into the listeners' ears, refreshing their hearts, its lingering notes graceful and melodious.
Everyone found themselves entranced and intoxicated, but Yellow Springs Venerable felt no relief whatsoever. He could see the ruthlessness and indifference seeping from Hun Changqing's deep, dark eyes, along with that icy killing intent.
Although Hun Changqing's aura and killing intent were directed solely at Yellow Springs Venerable, the three Venerables behind him possessed exceptionally keen eyes. They immediately noticed that something was wrong with Yellow