The Gray Clouds

"Clan… Clan… Clan Leader Xiang, it has been discovered that Zi Ling's soul jade suddenly disappeared after violently shattering mere seconds prior to its vanishing!"

The reporting cultivator's voice wavered with visible trepidation, his trembling hands betraying the depth of his fear.

A moment of silence hung in the air.

Then—

"No..."

Clan Leader Xiang had already suspected such an answer, but hearing it aloud sent a cold fury surging through his veins.

Without hesitation, his palm shot out, cutting through the air with devastating force.

BANG!

The unfortunate cultivator was instantly struck by the overwhelming force, his body launching backward like a ragdoll.

He crashed straight through the grand hall's ornate window, glass shards scattering as his figure plummeted toward the courtyard below.

THUD!

His motionless body lay sprawled on the bare earth, his life and death uncertain.