High above the island, two factions were still in a standoff.
The leader of the Shenxiao Sect was a graceful and charming Daoist nun in a Daoist robe. At this moment, her lovely face was etched with fury as she stared daggers at the group before her.
Opposite them, the leader of the Cyan Thunder Sect was a white-browed old Daoist with an air of transcendent grace. He held an azure Dharma Pearl in his palm and sneered, "Lady Xiao, is there anyone in this half of the Chaotic Flow Sea who doesn't know your master is dead, and you're all that's left of the Shenxiao Sect?"
"Today, no one can save you!"
"You should know, the Shenxiao Sect was founded by a renegade from my Cyan Thunder Sect. We've let you run free for so many years. It's time to return to the original source!"
As his voice fell, the crowd behind him roared in agreement.
