Heaven Immortal Sect, True Central Area.
Teleportation Hub.
A ripple of light formed on the formation, and from within it stepped a young man.
He wore clan robes and a simple bamboo hat, its brim casting a shadow that hid half his face.
But even so, the parts that were visible were unforgettable — two golden eyes burned beneath the shadow, bright enough to outshine the sun and carrying a majesty that did not belong to someone his age.
Long black hair, threaded with strands of white, spilled over his shoulders like flowing night and dawn intertwined.
The surrounding disciples glanced over instinctively… then quickly looked away. Something about him made them uneasy.
The young man swept his gaze across the teleportation hub, searching for a peculiar Elder.
'Not here.'
His expression remained unreadable.
Then exiting the Hub, a Glide Disk appeared beneath him. He stepped onto it with practiced ease, letting the artifact carry him.
