Heavy smoke rose around a particular mountain as a figure in green robes descended through the air, leaving trails of ethereal smoke in his wake. Wang Yunfeng's robes fluttered around him as he descended with an air of authority.
Tens of people immediately appeared on the ground below, all dropping to their knees in unison.
"Greetings! Vice Patriarch!" they called out synchronized.
Wang Yunfeng merely waved his hand dismissively, his eyes scanning the gathered cultivators until they fixed on one man in particular.
"Did you get that woman? The so-called princess of that small kingdom?" he asked.
The man trembled, sweat beading on his forehead.
"I-I am... forgive me, my lord! I couldn't finish this task. If you give me one more chance—"
His words were cut off by a blade.
Liushen smiled as he beheaded the failed cultivator with one fluid motion, then crouched down to clean his blade on the dead man's robes.
