The thunderous order, filled with fury, was directed at Bai Qing. Without a word of complaint, he scrambled to obey, darting out to search the town for any traces of Xiao Ming.
Bai Yunxiao scoffed coldly, his rage simmering just beneath the surface. The matter involving Xiao Ming was no trivial affair—it had the potential to turn the clan's blessing into a full-blown disaster.
Shen Fantian, too, wore a sober expression, his mood severely affected by the unfolding events. With a flick of their robes, the two men set off in another direction, their steps heavy with purpose as they began their own search.
…
Below the Earth Mountain, far removed from the pandemonium above, a streak of light cut through the air with blinding speed.
It was a sword streak, swift and silent, its trajectory unwavering as it descended toward the mountain's base. With a faint rustle, it penetrated the entrance of a hidden cave and crashed onto the rocky ground.
