SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Several streaks of light tore through the silent night sky, descending upon Nie Yun's courtyard. A dozen figures strode in.
"Nie Yun! Hand over the Qianqing Sect traitor, Baihua Xiu, right now! Otherwise, today will be your last. The Divine Wind Empire will have a new ruler, and everyone here will die!"
As the group entered the courtyard, His Majesty Xuan Cheng of the Divine Feather Empire let out a bellow, his tone dripping with arrogance.
He had lost face at the banquet, and now, with so many experts backing him up, it was the perfect chance to flaunt his power and redeem himself.
"I was wondering who it was. So, it's you, Senior Brother Lin Cann. Master has already forgiven me. By what right do you come to capture me today?"
The door opened with a CREAK. Baihua Xiu walked out slowly, with Mu Qing and Mu Xia following close behind her.
