Within the bustling lobby of the luxurious Immortal Pavilion, the Fortune Grand Hotel, a crowd of cultivators wielding spirit axes had gathered, densely packing the entire space. The perimeter of the hotel was completely surrounded by flying shuttle chariots, with several people standing guard near the vehicles.
Two figures emerged from the crowd. One was a man of around forty years old, with a fierce and domineering gaze and protruding temples, fully displaying the demeanor of a martial cultivator. The other was a young and beautiful female cultivator, her eyes brimming with a seductive allure.
As Yun He dragged Qiu Tian out of the hotel like a corpse, the leading man roared, "How dare you take my young nephew as a hostage!"
Chapter 40