As the Great Hand Seal sank downward, the cave abode's basic protective formation on Chiyu Peak sensed it and was about to rise. But the restrictions upon it rippled, and the instant the Cloud Qi touched them, their spiritual light vanished.
"Senior Sister Yu, please calm down! There's still a misunderstanding here..."
Yuan Xiaolu's face went deathly pale. In her urgency, she cried out and flashed forward, trying to shield Song Yan.
Yet the moment she moved, a gentle wisp of Cloud Qi swept over her. Impossible to resist, it lightly pushed her several dozen zhang away and set her down safely outside the courtyard. Reckless though Yu Yichan was, she did not wish to implicate the innocent, and clearly had no intention of dragging Junior Sister Yuan, a disciple of the Divine Lord, into this.
The Cloud Cauldron Great Hand Seal descended. Seeing that the dark-robed figure was about to be suppressed and captured, every watching cultivator held their breath.
Yuan Xiaolu did not even dare look.
Everyone foresaw the sight of Song Yan clutched in that enormous palm, utterly bedraggled.
Since a Nascent Soul had acted, the dust would naturally settle on the matter.
Chu Rang looked between the two of them, truly unsure which one had stirred up a hornet's nest in this situation.
Yet just then, Song Yan curled his sword fingers.
Seven Flying Swords shot like lightning from the Sword Case on his back and settled around him, sword light suddenly flaring.
All anyone saw was the Seven Stars rising around him, the Morning Star shimmering like an illusion.
Purple Qi floated over the pass, and Sword Qi surged.
The Great Hand Seal fell.
In an instant, the Spiritual Power closing in on him seemed to be slowly shifted by an invisible hand.
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