Qin Yu quickly gathered his thoughts and pushed open the door.
Yin Qinghe and Zhao Mengli came out as well, looking up to the sky.
There, a figure clad in azure stood atop his sword—not a flash of sword light was seen, yet the overwhelming sword qi and powerful intent surging from afar pressed down upon the entire Lin Xian City as if tangible, impossible to ignore.
"Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer! Azure robes, sword-riding—this is that cultivator from Hundred Sword Sect!"
Just a glance, and Yin Qinghe had already identified him.
This was no longer a secret and was easy to discern.
"Master, is he the one who injured the Immortal Sect Elder?"
The aura of the azure-robed man was so strong, like a sword sharp enough to rend all things—Qin Yu, with his cultivation, did not dare to look directly at him.
"Yes. It seems Lin Xian City is about to change hands."
Yin Qinghe's expression was grave; the lingering anxiety in her heart had finally manifested as reality.
