First Immortal of the Sword

Daoist Master Hong’s heart shook.

Anger arose on his face, and he slammed the little table in front of him. “Who could possibly be so brazen as to call the young master directly by name in our territory?”

The woman in phoenix-patterned robes said in alarm, “That sounds… That sounds like Su Yi’s voice!”

Su Yi!?

Daoist Master Hong’s pupils constricted.

The purple-robed middle-aged man beside him seemed surprised too.

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“Come on, let’s go see what’s happening.” The woman in the phoenix-patterned robe was the first to rise, and she raced outside the hall.

Daoist Master Hong and the purple-robed middle-aged man followed hot on her heels.

The night was dark as ink and silent on all sides.

Boom!

The residence gates burst apart, scattering fragments of wood.

Su Yi strolled inside, clad in his typical blue.

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Xuan Ning followed shortly after.

“Brazen!”

“Who are you? How dare you barge into Huan Family territory?” 

A group of guards and other such characters rushed over aggressively. They were visibly infuriated. 

Su Yi didn’t even glance at them. He just waved his sleeves.