Zhu Jia's Master

A figure descended gracefully, her robes flowing like cascading waterfalls, embroidered with phoenix patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. It was Elder Yan, Zhu Jia's master, a respected figure known not only for her incredible cultivation but also for her beauty. Her expression was serene, yet there was a glint in her eyes that warned of the storm brewing beneath her composed exterior.

"Elder Qiu," she said, her voice gentle but firm, resonating across the stage, "I believe that's enough." Her aura enveloped the area, effortlessly pushing back against Elder Qiu's Qi, neutralizing it entirely. Xiu Luo gasped as the crushing pressure on his chest vanished, and Zhu Jia straightened, the blaze in her eyes reigniting.