Everyone present felt a shock of profound terror. Anyone capable of severely injuring a Tribulation Passing cultivator with a single blow could only be a supreme being of the immortal path. All eyes were fixed dead upon the white lotus.
Before anyone could even react, a figure landed lightly atop the white lotus and appeared, completely soundless and imperceptible to a single soul—not even the Tribulation Passing cultivators present had sensed the slightest trace.
Clutching her arm and turning a pale face toward Shui Lianyue, Old Ancestor Shengying wore an expression of bitter unwillingness, though there was no fear in her eyes.
Chapter 220