A chill went through Li Xuanxuan's heart. He focused intently, watching Li Quantao's face pale as he continued in a low voice, "Then I felt something was terribly wrong. As I quietly descended the mountain, I saw my two sons, Li Kan and Li Xiangye, sneaking down from the slopes. The white-iron cold sword they carried on their backs was already broken, but they still bore it with them…"0

At this point, Li Xuanxuan understood his implication. He had not expected the Si Family to finally act at this moment. Li Quantao went on, "The next morning, word spread through the sect. It was said that the former sect master, Chi Zhiyun, had failed in his breakthrough and perished that very night. The sect remained outwardly calm, but I could see… most carried a quiet grief."2

Weariness flickered across his face as he said softly, "We...0