It was only because the man sensed a trace of danger within it. Logically speaking, with his current level of cultivation, it was extremely difficult for anything in this world to make him feel danger, yet just now he had indeed sensed it clearly.
The unknown demanded caution.
The man in the brocade robe dodged aside, his cold gaze sharp as lightning as it locked onto the main doors of the pavilion.
Suddenly, from the empty doorway stepped out a spotless woman; her beautiful eyes, however, held anger, full of vigilance as she looked at him.
With just one glance, the Heavenly Punishment City Lord's Killing Aura suddenly drew back, and his expression seemed to turn strange.
"Who are you? For what purpose have you come to the Mo Clan?" Qu Tan'er demanded.
