Feng Jiu glanced at them, her icy voice carrying through the night breeze: "Where is the Firmament Monarch?"
"The... Monarch hasn't returned," one of them stammered, his face turning deathly pale at her sight.
"Is that so?"
Her tone remained detached, yet in the next instant, a long sword glowing with a bluish light appeared in her hand. Its sharp tip pointed diagonally toward the ground, releasing a fierce, chilling sword qi from its blade—a presence so fierce and terrifying it sent shivers down the spines of those present.
That murderous intent was palpable even to the cultivators a hundred meters away. The moment they saw her draw the sword, their eyes narrowed. Some turned and fled, while others immediately knelt, crying out, "Ghost Doctor, spare our lives! I... I know there's a secret chamber in the Monarch's palace! Perhaps he's hiding there! I can lead you to it!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
