Not long after Wen Qingye entered Xuwang Mountain, an old man in a purple robe and a Purple Gold Crown stopped by the side of the road. His cold eyes stared at Xuwang Mountain ahead as he muttered to himself, "Cao Yun of the Celestial Profound Sect, Jun Buwu of the Desert North Ancient Land, and the Flower Thief Sima Feng… Your time has come."
The man had a cold expression, and his footsteps left uneven prints on the ground, one deep and one shallow. Though he was actively suppressing his aura, a trace of an incomparably violent power still leaked out—the mark of a Life and Death Realm expert.
He was, in fact, the master from Taiyi Pavilion from that courtyard—the master of the one they called Xiaowu.
Xuwang Mountain was covered in a vast, dense forest shrouded by a thick, lingering miasma. If an ordinary person were to inhale it, they would surely perish within moments.
