The night was deep.
The Xuanyin Sect was shrouded in silence, only occasionally disturbed by the sound of the wind, gently brushing past ancient buildings and tranquil courtyards.
Just then, a deafening roar suddenly exploded, like a thunderbolt tearing through the calm.
"Su Xinghe, come out and face your death!" Xu Wendong's voice was brimming with endless anger and determination, resonating throughout the skies of the Xuanyin Sect.
The sound wave was like a tangible impact, carrying a terrifying pressure, surging towards the depths of Xuanyin Sect in waves.
Ye Qiu, who was waiting for fate's arrangement inside the house, suddenly stopped her steps, her actions coming to an abrupt halt.
Her eyes widened instantly, a hint of uncontrollable disbelief flashing within.
That familiar voice struck her heart like a lightning bolt.
