The sky above the Xuan family domain was nothing more than a whirlwind of black and purplish clouds, saturated with static electricity so dense that it made the ancestral defensive formations crackle.
Inside the pavilion several kilometers from BaiShe, the atmosphere was paradoxically calm, imbued with a scent of incense and high-quality spiritual alcohol.
Xuan Feng, the Patriarch of the family, was seated near a low table. His long silver hair floated slightly despite the absence of wind in the room. He brought a small jade gourd to his lips, savoring a sip of an amber liquid that deliciously burned his Celestial Emperor meridians.
Suddenly, an icy presence invaded the space.
"While our son is in danger and you are drinking?"
Xuan Feng jumped slightly and hurriedly placed the alcohol gourd on the table, almost spilling the precious beverage. He adjusted his posture, trying to regain his dignity.
