Li Xiaoman clenched her fists tightly, then let out a sneer as she kept staring at Gu Qinghe's face.
"Really?" Li Xiaoman asked.
"What if I let you fight all of us?"
"What do you mean?" Gu Qinghe asked.
The woman summoned her flying sword and stepped onto it, rising into the air until all the cultivators focused their attention on her.
Gu Qinghe also watched, his instincts telling him that Li Xiaoman was definitely planning something bad for him.
"Fellow Daoists!" Li Xiaoman called out loudly.
All the cultivators listened and turned their eyes toward her. Even those in the outer courtyard of the Snow Palace flew closer to the inner courtyard, driven by curiosity.
"I am Li Xiaoman, a Core Disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect. I have an announcement to make!" she declared.
She pointed downward, directing her hand toward Gu Qinghe. Her gaze was sharp, and there was a hint of desperation in her eyes.
