Upon seeing this, a flash of cold light appeared in Yue Qingying's eyes, and her aura suddenly turned as sharp as a knife. Her silver hair danced without wind, and as her snowy robes fluttered, the temperature of the entire Vast Cold Palace seemed to plummet by dozens of degrees, leaving the ground covered in a thick layer of frost.
"Good one, Leng family!" Her voice was like ten-thousand-year-old ice. "You harmed disciples of my Vast Cold Palace in the nether ancient city, and now you even dare to run wild in my Vast Cold Palace!"
Leng Baiyu stood suspended in the air, his silver long sword emitting a clear, resonant chime in his hand. His gaze was like lightning as he coldly stared at Yue Qingying. "Are you Palace Master Yue Qingying of the Vast Cold Palace? My Leng family has provided resources to your Vast Cold Palace for many years; why would you set yourself against my Leng family and kill my second brother Qianyu and my aunt Leng Yue?"
Chapter 607