On a distant reef island, a group of cultivators were surrounding a frail-looking girl.

“Little girl, do as we say and hand over the Star Debris Meteorite in your hand!” The cultivator in charge had the demeanor of a sage-like being, but at that moment, his expression was menacing, unable to conceal his murderous intent. 

The other cultivators wore cold smiles on their faces as they stared covetously at the girl’s tightly clenched right hand. There, silvery light seeped out from between her fingers. 

Trembling, she hissed through gritted teeth, “This is mine! I traded my life for it, so why would I give it to you!?” 

She looked extremely thin and weak, especially in her old and coarse dress. Her face was quite pretty and delicate, but it had become a sickly pale shade. 

Judging from her appearance, she had to be around fourteen and fifteen years old, and judging from her clothes, she must be from a poor family. 

“Don’t be so stubborn! This area belongs to the territory of our Blood Sword Sect. You secretly dug up that Star Debris...