Wang Jixuan glanced at the robe on his body, then calmly rode the clouds forward.
He'd weathered great storms and tempests before; he wouldn't be cowed by the current scene.
Arriving behind Jianwu, Wang Jixuan revealed himself.
In an instant the gazes of heaven and earth converged on him, accompanied by a crushing pressure like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.
The Feather Clan's elite were blazing with fury.
Wang Jixuan, however, smiled faintly.
He cupped his hands to Jianwu in salute and called, “Senior Uncle, allow your disciple to explain a few things for them.”
Jianwu inclined her head slightly, that composed and beautiful face breaking into a smile as she spoke gently, “Jixuan, tell them everything exactly as it happened today. Whose fault was it, truly?”
“Your disciple obeys.”
Wang Jixuan cupped his hands and, passing by Jianwu, stood before the formation.
He scanned for Huang Langyu, met those scarlet eyes head-on, and laughed lightly:
“How does Yu Shen Palace intend to compensate me for that precious anti-enemy treasure of mine?”
Huang Langyu narrowed his eyes. “You admit you set it off?”