The early autumn night was as dark as ink, gently spreading.
Deep in the ocean of clouds and fog, a young man with an ethereal presence and glazed eyes emerged.
He gazed remotely at Li Canghai and Luo Chen, the old and the young pair, without a trace of emotion on his face.
"I wondered who would dare trespass against my Tianyuan Daoist Sect? So it's you two, Li Canghai and Luo Chen!"
As soon as Li Canghai saw the other, his brows slightly furrowed, "Liancheng, long time, no see. How have you been?"
While greeting the other, he transmitted a message to Luo Chen with his Divine Perception.
"Be careful, Liancheng's spirit is full and shows no sign of injury."
Luo Chen's eyes flickered, understanding the implication behind Li Canghai's words.
Liancheng's injury presented two possibilities.
