In the face of the yellow-robed elder’s threats, Xue Huaning laughed coldly. “The Lantern Festival is imminent, but whether something ‘happens’ to the Cui Family or not has nothing to do with the Qu Family. Why concern yourselves?”

This wasn’t the least bit polite, and her words carried a blatant rebuke.

The yellow-robed elder’s expression was instantly a bit unsightly.

However, Xue Huaning ignored him and fixed her gaze on a middle-aged man in dark robes. “And why has the Hong Family come?”

The dark-robed man from the Hong Family said gravely, “Three thousand, six hundred years ago, in the Dark Capital, the Adjudicator of the Netherworld seized the ancestral treasure of the Hong Family, the Scarlet Catastrophe Sword. I’ve come today to request that the Cui Family return it to its rightful owners.”

Scarlet Catastrophe!

This was a Xiantian Divine Treasure born of a forbidden ground once under the jurisdiction of the Ghost Bureau, the Abyss of Sins. It contained innate, unbelievable power, making it a first-rate Xiantian Dao Weapon. 

However, three thousand, six hundred years ago, an old monster...