"You cannot pass," the woman said indifferently.
"Why can't we pass?" Murong Changtian frowned and said. "Moreover, my companions are facing a crisis, we must go and rescue them!"
Murong Changtian was being polite in his speech. As a member of an ancient family and a supreme war immortal himself, it was not easy for such a powerful and supported person to put aside his pride and speak in such a calm and peaceful manner.
"I am in charge here, so if I say you can't pass, you must stay put!" The woman's words were very domineering, revealing a kind of arrogance as she regarded the group of powerful war immortals as nothing.
"You... may I ask the fairy's name?" Murong Changtian asked, suppressing his anger.
The woman before him bore no trace of mortal essence, resembling an ethereal fairy banished from the heavens—spiritual, transcendent, blooming. Her sudden appearance blocking their way made them curious about her background.
