"It seems you intend to search even our three clans,"
"The Hwu and Feng families have lost just one person; many have perished in our clan's secret realms before, but never has it come to this!"
"You've gone too far."
As a figure clad in purple clothes took the lead to speak out, the Zhao and Song family patriarchs also spoke with serious tones.
Three powerful auras slowly rose with Madam Huang at the center.
The entire cliff area was filled with tension, seemingly on the verge of erupting into a deadly conflict at any moment.
Minor clans and loose cultivators consciously started to retreat backwards.
Standing behind Madam Huang, Liang Hui looked gently at the young girl beside him.
He had just seen Huang Ying tug at Madam Huang a few times.
"The black market clans of Huang, Zhao, and Song, are you really going to make things difficult for us?" A gaunt man wrapped in a black cloak stepped forward.
With every step he took, it was as if war drums were booming.
