The Dayan Saint Heir, Xiang Yifei, was slain; it was a blatant slap in the face. Not long ago, people were still marveling at the birth of a prodigy, only for him to be cut down in a flash.
This caused quite a stir, drawing the attention of various Great Sects. Ye Fan acted boldly, taking the initiative, which instilled trepidation in many people's hearts.
I can't defeat the old ones, but I can kill your successors! This was evidently a very dangerous signal Ye Fan was sending out.
Among the Sacred Lands, there were naturally some who wanted to track down Ye Fan and kill him. They took secretive actions, yet achieved nothing.
Mist draped the rainy landscape, the distant mountains like dark blue jade. The lakes and mountains exuded tranquility and harmony, resembling an ink wash painting.
