Shortly thereafter, the air shimmered with magical white energy; Ling'er, Saintess, along with the Jia Mei, found their essence restored.
Young Master Zhao stood tall, his piercing gaze sweeping across the group of disciples belonging to the haughty Young Master's faction.
"Take out all your possessions and leave this place immediately," he said, his voice resonating like the toll of a solemn bell echoing through the valley.
* * *
Tai Qing Lian was in the midst of explaining the gravity of their situation when a sudden movement caught her attention.
She turned to see a woman in white robes, her face obscured by a veil, walking towards them with a graceful yet determined stride. At her side walked a young man, his demeanor relaxed, yet there was an underlying tension in his posture that suggested a hidden strength.
