"Then don't blame us for not being polite!"
The Sect Master's eyes flashed with a complex light, as if he had made some kind of decision.
"Hmm," Chuzheng nodded, indicating she wouldn't blame them.
With two light taps of her toes, she left the Formation with Li Tang and landed on the roof of the great hall.
The woman on the roof raised her hand, her wide sleeves fluttering, and as her fingers swept through the air, Wan Luo was lifted by an invisible force and dropped from the sky, the Elder beside him scurrying to catch him.
"Sect..." After uttering just one syllable, Wan Luo spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Senior brother? Senior brother, how are you?"
"Heh..." Wan Luo tried to speak, but blood gushed out as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Senior brother!"
"Chuzheng, what have you done to senior brother!" a certain Elder roared at Chuzheng.
"It's merely a return for what he did to Li Tang just now," the woman's cold voice drifted down from the rooftop with the wind.
