Li Wangchuan stood firmly amidst the void, and at this moment, he sensed movement and looked toward the left.
A streak of golden light sped toward him.
It exploded in front of Li Wangchuan, and from within it, an old crone who looked to be in her seventies or eighties stepped out.
The old crone had white hair and carried a dragon-headed cane, her back slightly hunched, but her eyes were bright and her expression stern, deterring others from meeting her gaze. Her name was Shang Qingqiu, and like Li Wangchuan, she was a character of supreme standing within the influential families.
"Is it just the two of us who have managed to arrive in time?" Shang Qingqiu asked, somewhat surprised to see Li Wangchuan. "What about Yuan Fu, Wu Cuicheng, and Heng Qinri? Were they intercepted by people from Hundred Buddha Temple?"
"It seems likely." Li Wangchuan nodded, his face grim.
