The small fishing village is destined not to be peaceful tonight.
Just as Cen Hongyue was taking in disciples, two indistinct figures gathered not far away.
They were enveloped in a strange "curtain," blending their forms completely with the night, with their presence reduced to almost nothing, evidently a stealth artifact.
Their attire was quite casual, resembling two ordinary Loose Cultivators, but their actions were swift and decisive, suggesting allegiance to a certain force.
"What should we do?"
One of them suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, "After investigating again and again, we ended up here, only to find out that the origin of that person is highly questionable, and his blood relatives are almost all dead... There's only one sister left, and she's about to be taken as an apprentice by the 'Hot-Handed Immortal'... Should we intervene?"
