"Clang——"
Another burst of zither music enveloped Joy-Sorrow City with the oppressive aura of a Void Refinement Cultivator.
The commotion was so great that it directly alarmed an old ancestor of the Yuezheng family.
"This is... the sound of the Formless Zither." Yuezheng Qun stood with his hands behind his back, noticing the fluctuations of the battle were on South Street at the Drunken Immortal Residence, his expression turning into one of alarmed astonishment.
"The Formless Zither, Dongli Xiyin, could it be someone from Xuanling Sect has come?" Yuezheng Tong walked over, frowning and displeased, "Old Ancestor, this is our Southern Region's territory. What are these Eastern Region people causing trouble here for?"
"No good!" Realizing what was hidden on the southern commercial street, Yuezheng Qun flashed into action, flying hurriedly toward the area.
"Old Ancestor?" Seeing his movements, Yuezheng Tong also realized what was hidden there and quickly followed.
