"Master."
Qin Yan's complexion was pale, her body covered in bloodstains. Upon seeing Master Lingyun, she felt a burden lift off her shoulders and instantly collapsed onto the ground.
"Zhiyang, you dare obstruct me from avenging my disciple. Do you wish for death?"
Upon seeing Qin Yan's pitiful state, anger in Master Lingyun's heart could set the heavens aflame, as she roared at the person blocking her way.
"Master Lingyun, this is strife between juniors. How can we, as their seniors, intervene?"
An elderly figure manifested between heaven and earth, with white, immaculate beard, exuding a sense of divinity. Flames of the divine hovered beneath his feet, revealing that this man was none other than Zhiyang, the master of the Holy Flame Palace.
Zhiyang, coming from the Holy Flame Palace, was as ancient as Master Lingyun. Both had solidified the existence of the Other Shore Palace, and were just one step away from saintship, terrifying to the extreme!
