"Alliance Leader... Cang Xuan, he..."
Qingming's voice trembled slightly.
With a mere glance from Chiyangzi, the ropes binding Qingming snapped on their own.
He climbed out of the enormous pit as well, bedraggled from head to toe, blood still staining the corner of his mouth.
He had intended to step forward and pay his respects, but Chiyangzi stopped him with a look.
Those eyes held neither reproach nor pity, only an unfathomable calm.
"I already know everything."
Chiyangzi's voice rang out like a great bell, carrying across the entire gathering. "We will discuss the matter of Cang Xuan later."
Cang Xuan stood beside Aunt Mei, gently swaying the horsetail whisk in his hand. His smile remained as kindly as ever, though it now carried a trace of solemnity.
Before two Three Flowers Realm experts, even he dared not act too brazenly.
"Chiyangzi, long time no see. We still find each other just as loathsome as ever."
Yue Wushuang's voice was cool and clear as jade, yet carried an unquestionable pressure.
"Yue Wushuang, you are no better. But I did not come here today to debate the Dao with you."
"Oh?"
Yue Wushuang raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you here? To avenge your lackeys?"
She glanced at the bedraggled Qingming, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her lips.
Qingming's face alternated between green and white, but he dared not utter a word in protest. After all, this was a Three Flowers Realm expert who could decide his life or death with a single word.
Chiyangzi ignored Yue Wushuang's mockery and instead raised his hand with a gentle sweep.
A golden curtain of light descended from the sky, radiating vast power of laws as it enveloped all of Lion Peak Mountain.
The Isolation Formation.
This Grand Formation was sufficient