"Tell me, what exactly are the instructions from the Heaven-Watching Pavilion?" Meng Qingzhou's expression was icy, his thin lips exuding a cold indifference. His black robes fluttered without wind, and his overwhelming killing intent pierced into the two men's bodies like needles.

"Assist Great Jin in crushing the World Sect Alliance," Wang Xianjia replied fearlessly, lifting his eyes with calm composure, even carrying a hint of disdain in his tone.

A mere Morning Glow Realm cultivator, even with the Sword Sense of Time and Space, couldn't possibly handle a half-step Sky-Reaching Realm expert.

If it weren't for the suspicion surrounding Meng Qingzhou's identity, he would have been dead days ago, never living to see this day, standing before him and questioning him.