Xuanqing Sect.
Once shared these hundred miles around, co-ruling these dozens of great mountains with Xuanbing House.
But years ago, Xuanbing House had already retreated to its sect's location, powerless to resist.
Although the Xuanqing Sect in the Ancient Martial Land was not widely known, merely a mid-level force, even so, it was far stronger than any sect in the Mortal World.
This time, Xuanqing Sect had only sent four people.
"Danchu, you wretched old woman, come out!"
"To think you're hiding an outsider, let's see who can save you today!"
The leading man called out loudly.
He appeared to be around fifty, dressed in a Xuanqing Taoist robe embroidered with bamboo-green patterns, the insignia of the Xuanqing Sect.
His aura was ethereal like that of an immortal, his eyes slightly squinted, intermittently shooting sharp glances, evidently an Intent Conception Master.
"How dare you, you're disrespectful to our Pavilion Master..."
