The silent disappearance of a powerful Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the clan grounds was no small matter.
Zhang Pan's back was instantly soaked with sweat as he recalled the old Daoist's ruthless efficiency, cutting down men on the Flying Boat as if they were nothing but weeds. At his Realm, he was long past being affected by heat or cold, but on this hot day, he felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar.
If that Daoist were to go on a killing spree within their lands, the ultimate responsibility would fall on his shoulders.
His legs grew weak just thinking about the ancestor's various methods of punishment.
Yang Jing, using Cloud Escape to remain hidden in the sky with his two disciples, watched the chaos unfold within the Bishui Zhang Family below. They were searching everywhere for any trace of him.
