Bloodline of the Nine Supremes

He exited Tiantang City and flew several thousand miles under the heavy snow, heading into dense forests, only slowing down when he neared the child's location.

The place was within the embrace of mountains. It was a quiet, picturesque village under the shadow of high peaks. There were, at most, fifty families in the entire village. The smoke of the evening woodfire curled up from the chimneys covered in thick layers of snow, highlighting the picturesque quality of the village and its peace and joy.

Yun Yang darted down in a gust of wind, landing at an exceptionally small, tranquil yard that was in the center of the entire village. He took in a deep breath.

There were a total of forty-nine households in this seemingly ordinary village. To the eyes of a keen observer, though, it was not difficult to notice that the other forty-eight households had formed an unusually close circle of defense around the small courtyard located in the center, protecting it under layers of guard.