The morning sunlight scattered across the streets, while the city gate guards, having watched through the night, were changing shifts. Unnoticed by them, a golden Nascent Soul drifted over their heads and silently entered Muxue City.
The golden Nascent Soul appeared dim, nearly transparent, its childlike face twisted into a fierce grimace.
"Damn those from the Jiuyou Sect, so fickle and ruthless, killing at the slightest disagreement."
The mere memory of the earlier scene made the golden Nascent Soul shiver. A cultivator in the Divinity Transformation Stage had led twenty others in the Nascent Soul Stage and directly attacked the stronghold of the Nine Ghosts Alliance.
There's a saying: you don't strike a smiling face. The Alliance Hierarch had shown great courtesy to that envoy from the Jiuyou Sect, Huo Huashen, putting on a smiley face, but before the Alliance Hierarch could react, he was beheaded, dying with his eyes still open.
