"What is the meaning of this?" Yu Qingping's voice was sharp, his cold aura spilling from him like ice, filling the air around them.
"Nothing, except that someone has dared to impersonate a member of my Bai Clan, stealing our resources and seeking to join a supersect.
Such a person is worse than a hardened rogue cultivator," Bai Tianwu sneered beneath his mask, his words dripping with disdain.
The overseers exchanged uneasy glances, their brows furrowing in suspicion.
"Who, then, is this person?" Su Lingshan inquired, her voice a smooth, mesmerizing blend of charm and danger.
Her gaze locked onto the masked figure, and a powerful demonic aura began to radiate from her, twisting the very air. The scent of her fragrance alone was enough to blur reality itself.
At first, Bai Tianwu was affected, his body momentarily stiffening under the weight of her presence.
