It was an exquisitely ornate Flying Beast Carriage, drawn by three azure Monster Birds.
More than a dozen streaks of red light escorted the Flying Beast Carriage. They now came to a halt, revealing over a dozen women in palace attire, each as lovely as a flower. Their expressions were solemn, their eyes lowered and heads bowed, and each carried a pair of swords on her back. Every one of them had reached Foundation Establishment.
The Flying Beast Carriage stopped, and a barefoot young man in hemp robes and a tall crown stepped out. He looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with refined, scholarly features and faint golden light flashing between his brows.
A Red-Clad Sword Attendant stepped forward and said with great respect, "Young Master, an azure bird just arrived with a message."
"Bring it here. Let me see."
The barefoot young man reached out and took the azure bird. A mere sweep of his spiritual sense let him hear the voice transmission within.
He pondered for a moment before saying, "A message from that old ghost Qing Yi, of all people. What exactly is he up to?"
The Red-Clad Sword Attendants had clearly been trained to observe strict discipline. None volunteered a word, much less dared to ask questions.
The barefoot young man continued, "A few days ago, I sent a Core Formation Middle Stage cultivator to the Haisha Gang to help them consolidate the nearby sects, so they could contribute to my plans later. Who would have thought someone would kill him in just a few moves? Somehow, that old ghost Qing Yi got hold of the news and sent word to me. Tell me, what is that old ghost scheming?"
The Red-Clad Sword Attendants shrank back at his words. Their Young Master's status was extraordinary; he dared