“Evil people like you will not die a peaceful death! We have countless experts that will give you a painful lesson!” A different girl from the clan angrily shouted.

She was Feng Qingyu’s little sister, also from the third main branch. Her name was Feng Qinglan. She was fifteen with a pretty and elegant appearance.

She returned from the pagoda last night and didn’t even got down from her carriage before being caught then brought here by two heretical cultivators.

“Your Feng Clan can only reign in the southern prefecture, mere trash before our Seventh Hall.” One heretical disciple laughed with disdain.

Suddenly, a thunder came from the river. A man that looked fifty rode the waves. He had an aura of vicissitudes with a sad expression. His eyes weren’t something a fifty-year-old man could have.

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