Nangong Yun let out a soft sigh, "Fairy Cailin, to make a move against a junior, is that not a bit beneath your dignity?"
Fairy Cailin snorted coldly, "If this seat truly wanted to kill someone, could you protect them?"
"Of course, he could not protect them!"
An authoritative voice resounded, a black cloud drifted over from afar, upon which stood a tall and sturdy middle-aged man clad in a black Taoist robe, with handsome features and a stern expression.
"We've seen Elder Cang!"
The many cultivators present performed a greeting.
Zhao Yu pondered inwardly, "That is Elder Cang Wushuang of the Cang Ling Sect, the Supreme Elder. Before the invasion of the Yin Ghost Sect, he was the strongest in the Northern Desolation, even the Beast Taming Sect's Sect Master was once defeated by him."
