Above the Feather God Sect, an invisible giant hand seemed to press down with a heavy, lead-like atmosphere, making it nearly difficult to breathe. At this moment of ultimate oppression, a sharp cry pierced the silence like a sharp arrow: "Reporting, Sect Master! Hrushengs of the imperial capital has come to pay a visit to the mountain!" A disciple ran over looking as flustered as if chased by a ferocious wolf, holding the visitor's card high. Beads of sweat as big as beans glistened on his forehead, the trace left by his frantic run all the way here.
Lingxuzi's brow furrowed, and dark clouds of suspicion rose instantly in his heart: "Hrushengs? Why would he choose to come at a time like this?" As he spoke, he reached out to take the visitor's card, his gaze sweeping rapidly across it like a sharp-eyed hawk. As he read, his brow twisted tighter and tighter as if pulled by a mysterious force, resembling two angry, intertwined flood dragons, and the worry in his eyes spread like a rising tide. After reading, he handed the card to Lingyue and Lingfei. The moment the two took the card, their expressions instantly turned as solemn as winter's cold iron, brows tightly locked, and a trace of unease flashed in their eyes like ominous lightning streaking through dark clouds.
"Senior Brother, what do you think?" Lingyue parted her lips slightly, breaking the silence that seemed capable of swallowing people. The gaze she directed at Lingxuzi was full of a quest for answers and relianc…
Chapter 80