“Let me go! Let me go!”

The little girl struggled with everything she had—kicking, biting, twisting wildly in his grip.

But against a celestial cultivator, her strength meant nothing.

“Stop!”

The old steward roared and charged forward to save her.

Two celestial cultivators intercepted him at once—one with a sword, one with a blade—forcing him back step by step.

The middle-aged man at the front walked over at an unhurried pace.