Duan Yanran agreed with her man's words. Indeed, it was the authentic Mao Mountain Technique. Besides their Emperor Mountain, perhaps only the Zangyu Pavilion possessed it.
At least in their eyes, they had not witnessed such authentic existence before.
Ling Tianyu and his wife waited less than ten minutes before the person arrived.
Ling Tianyu turned around to look at the visitor, while Duan Yanran stood behind him, also watching.
Their eyes met. Ling Tianyu observed the middle-aged man in casual clothes standing before him, both surrounded by a chilling aura. Jiang Ke was right, it was indeed cold. There seemed to be something different about him.
The middle-aged man was none other than the Prison Tower Sect Master, a figure isolated from others.
"Please." The Prison Tower Sect Master gestured for Ling Tianyu and his wife to enter, and they followed him into the Zangyu Pavilion.
