The tall elderly man pressed the sword at his waist and made his way down the mountain, with Pei Ye silently following behind.
As they passed the altar, Li Jian raised his hand and cleared it, sending Nandu, who was pinned on the platform, floating down the mountain as well.
From the clear sky, they returned to the filthy Xuanpu.
It was as if the sky had been punctured, causing the rain to come down in a more chaotic and urgent manner. Lian Yupi remained motionless, sitting down on the ground; he had controlled Fei's body, but in turn, its body had trapped him, making him both strong and weak.
"Master Lian, it's been a long time," Li Jian stopped and lowered his head.
Lian Yupi lifted his head, gazing at Li Jian, his eyes surging with complex emotions—a fleeting sense of bewilderment or perhaps jealousy.
He quickly lowered his gaze, smiling weakly, "The platform master's charisma is as ever. Just like when you visited Qunyu Pavilion back then."
