Chapter 11: Frostcloud Sect
When Jing Yue uttered those words, not to mention the rest of the onlookers, even Old man Liu nearly vomited a mouthful of blood.
He clearly remembered Jing Yue mentioned that he did not join any sects.
No matter how talented, he was only a level-2 Qi Refining cultivator. Since he had no backing, how could he say such things to the Hall of Fiery Pill?
“You’re courting death!” The black-robed envoy raised his hand and a strong wind gathered around him, forming a pillar of wind that blew so vigorously the tiles on the roof creaked ominously.
Jing Yue took out a little wooden plaque leisurely. When the wind column was about to hit him, the wooden plaque lit up brightly and absorbed the impact of the spell.
In the void created by the spell absorption, a mess of blue light appeared, thousands of sparks merged and blended, gradually forming the pattern of a giant clock. The body of the clock was covered with sigils, engraved with ancient and mysterious arrays, shining brightly even under the scorching sun.
The instant the black-robed envoy saw the clock, his pupils constricted with panic and he thought he was dreaming.
“Frost… frost…!”
His companion, the alchemist that was sent to the Chen family, was so scared he fell on the ground, his whole body shaking like a leaf.