Ao Ying realized what Xie Xuanyi was about to do.
Eradicate the roots.
Now that Yan Xie had seen through Xie Xuanyi's true identity, this remnant thought must be exterminated no matter what.
"Come with me."
He uttered the four words softly.
The flying sword streaked northward as Xie Xuanyi's Divine Thought had already expanded to its utmost limit.
From a distance, Ao Ying saw more than ten people riding flying swords amidst the dust and sandstorm, enshrouded by Thunder Talismans... Clearly, they were Taoist cultivators.
"After entering the Imperial City, Yuqing Pavilion has been keeping to themselves, staying at the inn without contacting Qin Mansion," Xie Xuanyi spoke faintly, "While Tai Shang House's Taoist Fang Hang visited Yan Xie alone... These people are indeed Tai Shang House cultivators."
Ao Ying felt the tangible, intense killing intent in the air.
Better to kill mistakenly than to let go.
Was this going to be a bloodbath?
