Jade Lake sacred land, guest-receiving peak.
"Bring him up!"
As the bright sword old man's cold voice faded away ...
In the huge void, under the gaze of many people, Wei Luan, who was on the ground, grabbed two people and flew to the side of the bright sword old man.
They were the HU family's Masters, Hu Baimei and Hu Fei.
At this moment, Hu Baimei's face was ashen. She was the head of the HU family, but she had been reduced to a prisoner and surrounded by people. If her cultivation had not been sealed, she would have chosen to kill herself.
Hu Fei, on the other hand, was staring at them with eyes that were about to pop out of their sockets.
"Who are these two people? Could he be the murderer who killed the bright sword old man's direct disciple, Leng Xingchen?"
"I recognize them. They are from the HU clan of Xuanzhou."