As this person spoke, the other three turned to look at him.
"I will descend to the lower realm myself." A fifth person spoke.
It was the voice of a woman.
Her voice was extraordinary—enchanting yet bewitching, gentle yet seductive. It was also rich and smooth, like the cry of a phoenix.
And judging by her voice, the woman was not very old.
The first four voices belonged to middle-aged men. For a woman so young to be on equal footing with them spoke to the transcendent status of the Huangfu family on one hand, and on the other, it meant the woman's cultivation was absolutely terrifying.
And as it turned out, that was indeed the case.
The woman's voice was soft, but as she spoke, the low rumble of thunder in the sky vanished, the flattened wild grass stood upright once more, and even the withered flowers, grass, and trees were brought back to life, bursting forth with vibrant vitality.
