As they spoke, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended. Zhou Yi broke out in a cold sweat, his legs shaking so violently he nearly collapsed to the ground.
The Human Immortals had lived for thousands of years; their power stood peerless beneath the heavens. Each and every one was fickle, their moods unpredictable—one wrong word could lead to utter annihilation, body and soul alike!
These so-called spies appeared crucial to the Severing Heaven Sect, yet in truth, meant little to a Human Immortal Ancestor.
The Ancestor's mood was what truly mattered!
"Master, please quell your anger, this disciple…"
Zhou Yi's mind whirred, his three thousand six hundred cores working at full tilt. Ever since he'd met Crimson Feather Immortal, memories replayed frame by frame in his mind. Suddenly, inspiration struck, and he cried out,
"Master-Madam?"
The pressure vanished in an instant. Crimson Feather Immortal pressed her lips together and said,
"What did you say? Louder, I did not catch it!"
