Chang Ping'an had already planned to go outside the city and rescue the brother and sister once he had dealt with the matters at hand.
But unexpectedly, Qing Chen had suddenly sent him a message, summoning him over.
Chang Ping'an felt he had lost face before his clansmen, and frustration filled his chest.
He was growing increasingly full of himself, unable to stomach even the slightest insult.
Yet seeing how thoroughly Qing Chen cared for him, somehow, he had truly come to regard Qing Chen as a good master he could trust.
All he could think of was borrowing his master's strength to vent his anger.
After all, although he belonged to the Demon Lotus Sect and had entered Foundation Establishment, making him a Foundation Establishment High Person of some standing in others' eyes,
the manager outside the city would, at most, release the brother and sister out of consideration for his status as a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
But that fell far short of satisfying his anger.
Nor could he readily lay hands on that gatekeeper to teach him a lesson; the man was, after all, a manager of the Condensed Jade Sect.
"Earth Pass City's gatekeepers are actually this blind?" Qing Chen swept his sleeve, and the two vanished into thin air.
When they reappeared, they stood atop the wall above the Zhen Gate.
For Qing Chen, several dozen li were merely a matter of a dozen or so breaths.
Wang Bao, the household registration manager at the Zhen Gate, was shelling melon seeds with his legs propped up when he suddenly sensed dark clouds gathering overhead.
Looking up, he saw someone slowly descending atop a blood-colored demonic cloud.
Who else could possess such audacity, such imposing might, such an aura?
"E-Elder Qing!"
The disciples guarding the formation and