“Senior Sister Liu?”
Dressed in a flowing skirt with embroidered sashes, her fair face carrying the warmth of spring, Liu Xuan stood in midair holding the Blazing Plume, her cultivation already at the Core Formation Stage. She let out a soft sigh.
“It is not that I wish to hinder your Ren Yang Sect, but today I must take one person away. This is also the will of the Venerable One.”
Among those present, it seemed only Chunyu Gui’s expression changed drastically upon hearing the words “Venerable One.” He cupped his hands and said, “If that is the case, then the envoy may take that person away. We will not interfere.”
Seeing that he knew his place, Liu Xuan slightly raised her jade-like hand and drew Zhao Chun forward. Noticing a look in Zhao Chun’s eyes that seemed to be asking for something, she understood her meaning and also brought the unconscious Meng Han forward. Lowering her gaze to the blood-soaked figure of Huo Zixun, she sighed.
“The fall of the True Spirit Sect is already a foregone conclusion. If Senior Brother wishes to leave, I can take you with me as well.”