Chapter 170 Yanluo

Everyone was confused and puzzled. Huashang's stroke so powerful, yet how was it possible that three simple strokes of the zither were able to nullify it?

Just when everyone was still perplexed, a sword radiance shafted down from the sky and an old man, his robes cyan-colored, emerged. Huashang's hard and furious stare immediately softened, replaced by a melancholic gaze upon the newcomer with reticent silence.

It was Qingfeng who had arrived. He sighed wearily. "It has been so long, Junior Sister," he said, "The matter still bothers you?"

Every acolyte and disciple of the Heartless Palace were equally surprised to hear this. Xiao Chen breathed in relief. He had barely survived a close call; so close that his hair still stood.

But Huashang's eyes immediately turned into a seething glare. "Are you here also to antagonize me, Senior Brother?" she asked bitterly.

Qingfeng merely shook his head. There was another sad