Thunder rolled endlessly, as if a dragon and tiger were roaring together.
The entirety of Dragon Tiger Mountain seemed to tremble with each reverberation.
Above the Celestial Master Mansion, a bolt of thunder suddenly rose, shaking the four directions, echoing the storm clouds gathering in the heavens.
Within the mansion, the Young Celestial Master, Li Zhengxuan, stood shoulder to shoulder with the High Merit Elder, Li Ziyang—uncle and nephew together.
Before them, a magical sword floated in midair.
This was none other than the Celestial Master's Sword, one of the mansion's three supreme treasures.
Purple thunder surged atop the Celestial Master's Sword, transforming into magnificent light that pierced the sky, as though resonating with powers beyond.
"The matter of the Celestial Master Seal is weighty, we can't afford any mistakes," the Young Celestial Master said, "Over in Yu Qingling's direction, Granduncle will be keeping a close watch on him this time."
