Ying Xiu's murderous intent ran rampant.
The cold Bronze Gate suddenly ignited with three red Fire Lotuses, encircling Ying Xiu within them. Each lotus was only the size of a palm, yet Ying Xiu's skin blistered with heat, his hair visibly scorched and curling.
Ying Xiu's footsteps halted abruptly, a thousand emotions overlapping in his eyes, flickers of ferocity accumulating, but swiftly he violently suppressed them.
His chest heaved twice, he lowered his gaze, and said, "Is the Taixuan Sect planning to intervene in the affairs of the You Dynasty?"
A faint halo of light, the source unknown, fell upon her cheek from underneath the Bronze Gate. Dressed in white with black hair, her silhouette was slender and solitary, her cool skin shimmering with a chilling luster, her dark pupils reflecting the blazing Red Lotuses. She said, "Step aside, you're in my way."
