"Today, I, this Marquis, have come specifically for you, Master Daoist Zeyang!"
"You..." The Rotten Board Daoist fell silent, his expression indescribably shocked. He had never expected Chen Yi to speak so directly.
"Lord Heroic Marquis, our Yuhua Immortal Sect has no grievances with you in the past or conflicts recently. Why do you commit such acts akin to evil demons?"
"Evil demons?" Chen Yi's lips curled up, his eyes fixed on him. With a slight motion of his hand, dozens of notes written on yellow paper fluttered out, scattering mid-air and slowly descending toward the Yuhua Immortal Sect below.
"What is this..."
Master Daoist Zeyang extended his palm, surrounded by flickering glows, as feather-like divine will traces flew out, gathering those yellow papers back into his hand.
