In the courtyard, a gentle breeze brushed through the branches and leaves,
Tang Xichen held Li Baifeng's hand, her posture graceful yet inherently dignified. She lifted her gaze and lightly waved her sleeve:
"Bring him up."
Before the words had fully left her mouth, two cultivators clad in profound black martial attire escorted a figure slowly into the yard; it was the Sect Master of the Red Blood Sect.
He was surrounded by faint golden restriction patterns, his neck and limbs bound by spirit lock chains, his mouth sealed by an invisible force, unable to speak or move, forced only to stare wide-eyed.
The former majesty of the Sect Master had vanished without a trace, leaving only disoriented disarray, his vitality evidently severely diminished by the restrictions.
Li Baifeng gazed at this unfamiliar yet inexplicably unsettling figure, eyes full of confusion, she asked softly:
"Aunt Tang, who is this…"
