Inside a valley.
Three figures are surrounding a man in the middle.
The man looks young, but his aura is exceptionally strong, making him stand out even among Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators.
However, at this moment, he is full of anger, his face filled with grief as he looks at those surrounding him.
"Ding Ling'er, Xiao Fufeng, we come from the same place, why have you allied with outsiders to harm me?"
Ding Ling'er, wearing a revealing golden short skirt, stands smiling at the valley's exit. Golden bells hang from her neck, wrists, and even her white and bare ankles.
As she chuckles softly, the bells jingle in unison, producing crisp sounds.
"Senior Brother Yun, at this point, why remain so naive? Everyone knows that your Great Soul Sect is trying to subdue our Golden Bell Sect and Junior Brother Xiao's Purple Flame Mountain. If you indeed achieve Divine Transformation here, I fear our two sects will be in dire trouble."
The bells sound crisp, yet carry a subtle allure.
