"Xuan Yuezi is the Seal Keeper; whomever she chooses to send is her decision. What business is it of yours, you bald fool? If you keep asking questions, I, this Immortal, will throw you off the mountain." Xiang Xiangzi said coldly through the window.
"I won't ask, this old Dao won't ask anymore." Tu Daoist shrank his neck in fear.
Even standing outside the house, he could feel the chilling killing intent.
Xiang Xiangzi then glanced outside at the Cultivation House and sighed deeply in her heart. In truth, though the Heavenly Dao Sect might still appear intact, it had long since fallen into disarray. The Seven Immortals faction, the Protectors faction, the Sect Leader faction, the Goddess faction... some were dead, some scattered, some departed. It resembled a decaying tree—seemingly robust, but likely to collapse with a mere gust of wind.
The Tianyi Sect had already realized this, and thus had grown all the more unrestrained in their actions.
