In less than the time taken to burn half an incense stick, Xuan Yuanyu and Yin Feng had witnessed a luxurious courtyard and half an immortal city reduced to complete ruins. There was not one intact wall to be found in the entire Yu Family courtyard. Where the hall once stood, only a crater of several tens of feet wide remained.
Xuan Yuanyu patted his chest to calm his pounding heart. Looking at this sorry state of affairs, he suddenly felt thankful. When the Great Immortal had come to the Xuan Yuan family the other time, she must have meant it when she had spoken of wanting to discuss something with him; she truly did not have any serious intention of resorting to violence.
Turning around, Xuan Yuanyu looked at a lone figure standing in the middle of it all who had stopped her bashing. He shivered a little, praying for the blessings of his ancestors.
