Chapter 5597 Not Their Sect
- As Lyra listened, flames of fury ignited behind her usually cool eyes. A chill surged from her body that made even the air recoil.
- "Parasites," she hissed, sweeping a lethal glare across the cowed crowd. "You poison the very air of this sect. You will not walk away today!"
- Her sword rang free, silver light streaking like a meteor across midnight.