The Chi Clan. 

The lush green trees swayed, occasionally providing shade for the tall bamboo. 

A wooden pavilion was constructed on the rock garden, and on the other side of the cliff was a waterfall cascading down like a white dragon, splashing jade-like water beads across perfectly arranged rocks.

Chi Lingxiao, the clan leader of the Chi Clan, was sitting inside the wooden pavilion in a spotless white robe. He leisurely read the dao scripture in his hand, feeling content.

But Chi Cangmei, who was standing next to him, looked a little distracted.

“The Zuo and Qin Clans are impressive. They immediately dispatched several great Cyclic Derivation cultivators. Each one of them is a fierce character who has made a name for themselves years ago. Not a single one of them is ordinary. Based on that, it seems that Lin Xun has no hope of surviving,” Chi Cangmei murmured. 

The news surprised her a little because she never thought that the Zuo and Qin Clans would be so ruthless. 

Finally, she couldn’t help asking, “Father, why did the...