He coldly withdrew his divine sense and looked toward the dozen or so cultivators gathered together, saying indifferently, "Continue."
"Uh… reporting to the Venerable, we truly do not know the details," the Azure Frost Sect's disciple said while looking slightly flustered.
The moment his words fell, a scorching and sharp sword intent enveloped him and pressed him down.
At that critical moment, the heavily injured middle-aged man stepped forward. He was panting weakly and said, "This junior was once taken by that white robed cultivator into a mysterious formation. Inside the formation, there was an altar. He seemed to be using me as a sacrifice to carry out some kind of ritual. But the ritual appeared to have failed. Still, I ended up like this because of the strange power within that formation."
"Immortal lord, I know what that bad person wanted to do. If I tell you, can you punish him and avenge Douding, Xiaomei, Shuazi, and Zhuangzhuang?"
