Chapter 822 March Toward Lionhills

• Outside Azurecrest City, people stepped back from the city walls and climbed nearby hills. From there, they watched a group of old powerhouses facing off in the square below. If a fight broke out, they might witness a battle between legends, something most people would only dream of seeing.
• "Theodore, your disciple stole the Vyxenite and ran off. Ironspire Sect already took a huge advantage. What more do you want?" The old woman from Whitecrest Sanctum spoke with a cold, icy tone. A vast pressure rolled off her like a stormy ocean. Her eyes were deep and dark and, right now, filled with anger. "Everyone may fear Ironspire Sect," she hissed, "but Whitecrest Sanctum does not."
• Theodore let out a low, mocking laugh. "I've felt uneasy for days. I knew that kid was in trouble. I used Cosmiread to trace him, but I couldn't see where he went. His life or death is still unknown. That only means your people have done something to him."