The man in Confucian robes shot to his feet.

“You two, in a bit, no matter what happens, don’t get involved. I’ll divert this trouble elsewhere!” The man in Confucian robes said solemnly. As his voice rang out, he strode out of the hall.

Su Yi sprawled out in his wicker chair, entirely unmoved. When You Xue saw this, she said nothing. 

Outside the temple’s main hall.

The rain intensified. Lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled overhead.

The man in Confucian robes stood there, sleeves billowing. His aura was suddenly mighty and forceful, and the majesty of the Imperial Realm scattered the nearby wind and rain.

A leisurely voice rang out.

“Xing Yunjia, this time, you won’t escape.”

Then, several figures appeared around the temple, one after another. All came from different directions.

There were five of them in total, both men and women. All of them emanated the distinctive energy fluctuations of the Imperial Realm.

One rode on a blood-colored cloud. Purple qi rose around her, soaring into the firmament.

Another gripped a war spear, and silver divine lightning revolved around him.

Another carried a massive bow, and his eyes blazed with golden flames.

Another carried a treasure bottle,...