"You wish to escape?" A voice devoid of warmth echoed.
Yan Zhuo turned around and saw the cold gaze of Qingsha Taoist Ancestor, as icy as her voice.
Despite the immense frustration in Yeh Zhuo's heart, he could only bow respectfully, "Yan Zhuo greets Qingsha Taoist Ancestor. I dare not escape without permission."
He was seventy percent certain that Yan Jiuyue's injuries were caused by Qingsha Taoist Ancestor.
Even if he had evidence, he wouldn't dare to say anything, let alone without any proof now.
"Return." Another voice came through, this one slightly gentler than Qingsha's.
Seeing who it was, Yan Zhuo hurriedly bowed again,
"Fengyu Daoist Ancestor, my daughter Jiuyue risked her life to enter the Ten Thousand Dao Mountain Range searching for information about the Tian Meng Clan. Now she has had her soul searched by someone; please, Dao Ancestor, seek justice for me."
