Just as the old man descended from the sky, a heavy pressure blanketed the area. The three Shadowclaw Sect disciples narrowed their eyes in unison.
Why would a late-stage Nascent Soul Realm expert appear here?
A cultivator of that level rarely concerned themselves with petty disputes. Even at its peak, the Shadowclaw Sect had only possessed three such experts—and each one had been a cornerstone of the sect's strength.
To reach this stage was to stand at the pinnacle of the mortal cultivation world. With such power, one could establish a first-tier sect single-handedly.
So why had one emerged now… over a mere gate incident?
Meng Qing's brows lifted. "Who is he?"
Elder Yu Fang's gaze swept across Meng Qing and the others, pausing briefly on Wu Fang.
"Hmph. I see. So this is how far the Shadowclaw Sect has fallen—relying on old beasts and unruly juniors to throw their weight around."
Qian Mo's fists clenched. "They struck first—"
