Fire Spring dyed the night mist red; Luofu Immortal Town, the bluestone road surface worn by a thousand years of time, was pitted and bumpy, carrying a mottled sense of antiquity.
"Sunset glow" flowed, Li Qingyue seemed to be draped in a layer of sacred brilliance, she commanded considerable respect, and her speaking out had a profound impact.
Li Qingxu, clad in purple, sensed that something was amiss as his complexion subtly changed.
In an instant, a group of Outer Disciples whispered among themselves, even those beside Li Qingxu felt ill at ease.
"Li Qingyue, this is none of your concern." Li Qingxu said, holding a shimmering purple bamboo stick, maintaining a calm demeanor.
He realized that undercurrents were about to surge; with a sworn enemy already provoking, Li Qingyue's firm stance at this moment seemed to have leveraged the current situation.
