Shortly after Liu Xianglan spoke, the atmosphere within the courtyard shifted subtly.

“Old Daoist, there’s nothing to worry about. There are only four people here. The two weakest are hiding in their rooms. As for the two that remain….”

Chu Silang’s demeanor was languid, and his gaze was playful. “The one who opened the door is in the late stage Blood Circulation Realm. The ‘young lord’ beneath the gazebo is just in the early-stage Qi Accumulation Realm.”

He paused, then pointed at the Soul-Nurturing Gourd at Su Yi’s waist. “Now look at that! It’s the very treasure that barbarian Weng Yunqi stole from the sect!

“From this, it’s clear that they’re connected to Weng Yunqi. We’ve come to the right place.” When he finished speaking, he casually sat on a wooden bench and stretched, looking even more languid than before. Those who didn’t know better might well assume that he was the owner of this residence.

His casual bearing only highlighted his fearlessness and how confident he was in their inevitable victory.

“Four little guys like that? They really aren’t a threat at all.” Liu Xianglan’s beautiful eyes darted around, and she broke into a smile.

The Blood Balance Daoist’s smile...