Chapter 890: Submission (II)
The message brought by the Si Family was at least a day old, meaning the Azure Pond Sect had taken action the day after, or even the same day, that Li Xuanfeng had slaughtered the Buddhist cultivators. In a world without transmission spells, that kind of speed was terrifying.
"Chi Zhiyun might have made arrangements." Li Xijun speculated briefly, then shook his head, "No matter what he planned, he couldn't have predicted things would deteriorate to this level... The last Purple Mansion Realm battle was at Moongaze Lake four hundred years ago."
The aunt and nephew returned to the peak, where Li Ximing was reading a letter. His brows had relaxed slightly. He placed the letter on the table and said, "Aunt, the Fei Family has arrived in full and is waiting respectfully at the riverside, requesting an audience."
"Hmm?"
Li Ximing’s words made Li Qinghong slightly raise an eyebrow. Li Ximing straightened his Daoist robe and met Li Xijun’s inquiring gaze, then nodded. "Almost certainly."
The three of them flew out together, and sure enough, they saw a densely packed crowd on the lakeshore. As the three descended from the sky, men and women alike lowered their heads and fell to their knees en masse with a rustle.
Li Qinghong landed at the front and saw an elderly man leading the group. His face was covered in ghastly bruises of a purplish hue, and his left hand was missing three fingers.
Upon seeing the trio, he bowed deeply and said respectfully, "Fei Tongyu of the Fei Family greets the three lords!"
Li Qinghong naturally recognized him from when she had trained in spear techniques at the Fei Family in her youth. Back then, Fei Tongyu had been elegant and refined. When she visited again after she had broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had already begun to show signs of age.
Now, however, he looked startlingly horrific. Li Qinghong was taken aback but quickly understood the source of his injuries. Though he was indecisive, he had always been devoted to the family. Naturally, he wouldn’t have hidden behind the younger generation; he must have gone north himself.
Fei Tongyu bowed deeply, lifting his scar-covered hands high. He held up a jade plate that displayed a green seal and a storage pouch.