Pan City.
In the center, a large mansion was ablaze, flames soaring to the sky, thick smoke billowing, and the 'crackling' sound of explosions was incessant.
"What is happening, what is going on?"
"I remember this family; they moved here just a few years ago and have always been extremely low-key. Could it be that old enemies have found them?"
The townsfolk gathered around to watch, whispering and discussing, but soon a group of soldiers arrived to disperse them, preventing them from getting closer.
Leading them was a middle-aged man, dressed in a red official robe, his appearance stern and dignified.
Looking at the blazing mansion not far away, his face involuntarily showed traces of anger and doubt.
"Immortal Master Qiao, are you certain the attackers have profound cultivation and can't be fought head-on?"
Beside him, an old man with long beard dressed in a blue Daoist robe sighed; "City Lord, you've known me, old Qiao, for decades. Have I ever lied?
