"This place of yours is quite nice. It's elegant and tranquil, a good spot to cultivate one's mind and body. Speaking of which, to be able to set up an Array in a place like the Death Mountain Range, isolate the Death Qi, and establish a Sect… that's truly a grand undertaking."
In the bamboo forest of the back mountain, a creek gurgled.
An old man and a young man walked side-by-side.
Ning Jiang, with his white robes and white hair, possessed an otherworldly temperament, like a Banished Immortal untouched by the mortal dust of the Human World.
Beside him was an old Daoist dressed in plain cloth robes and shoes. He seemed like an ordinary old man, but the way his sleeves fluttered gave him the air of a sage.
Ning Jiang was no stranger to this old Daoist.
Years ago, in the Demon Cave within the Death Mountain Range, he had been able to suppress the Blood Demon King only by borrowing this old Daoist's power.
