Wind.
A breeze swept across the vast sky.
Mountains floated above the clouds, with immortals coming and going freely.
Shen Ye looked toward the drifting cloud tops, narrowing his eyes at the Treasure Pagoda radiating seven-colored light.
-that was the summit of Penglai.
A vague sense arose in his heart.
Three people.
Xiao Mengyu was beside him, and the other person was up in that Treasure Pagoda.
Teacher.
Upon entering this time, the three of them shared a faint connection, allowing them to roughly sense one another's locations.
But-
Why hadn't Teacher come down yet?
Would Xiao Mengyu be at a disadvantage facing a sect elder alone?
Shen Ye lowered his gaze, looking back toward the confrontation.
Xiao Mengyu bent her knees slightly, resting her hand on her sword in a simple opening stance.
The Divine Sword hummed incessantly in its sheath.
-it seemed to sense Xiao Mengyu's will and grew restless, ready to leave its sheath and thirstily drink blood at any moment.
Elder Wang's eyes darkened slightly, and his entire expression darkened with them.
Now he had to fight whether he wanted to or not.
Otherwise, if even an enforcement cultivator could challenge him, his authority within the sect would vanish completely.
Who would still listen to him?
Who would still be willing to do his bidding?
"Zhou Manyun, you're a mere enforcement cultivator, yet you show me disrespect. That gives me every justification to cripple your cultivation and expel you from the sect today."
Elder Wang spoke slowly.
"As an elder, you're obstructing enforcement. I could kill you and still justify it to the sect," Xiao Mengyu said calmly.
Elder Wang exuded authority without anger. Suddenly, his robes fluttered, unleashing surging fluctuations of spiritual power.
Killing intent seeped from his eyes as he walked toward Xiao Mengyu,