Meiling burst into the hall, her robes fluttering from her hasty arrival. "Sect Master, something happened!" she exclaimed, struggling to catch her breath. She hadn't even used the flying boat to travel—instead, she'd pushed her Golden Core cultivation to its limits, flying at maximum speed. Fortunately, the formation provided by the Azure Cloud Sect's Grand Elder had protected Xiuying from the high speeds.
Wang Jian glanced up at Meiling, then shifted his attention back to Liu Feng, who sat poised on the throne. "Why are you causing such a ruckus in front of Young Master Feng?" he reprimanded, his tone laden with disapproval.
"It's okay," Liu Feng interjected, waving his hand in a magnanimous gesture.
"What is it?" Wang Jian asked, his annoyance barely concealed.
Meiling approached with urgent steps, leaning close to whisper in her sect master's ear. As she spoke, Wang Jian's expression transformed dramatically, shifting from irritation to unfiltered shock.
