An arid mountain, a desolate temple.
The dilapidated temple was choked with weeds, surrounded by crooked, twisted trees draped in creeping vines. It was barren and devoid of human life, abandoned who knew how long ago.
With the God-Dispersing Art concealing his cultivation and a black mask shifting his features, Lu Bei pulled the mask into place, transforming into a stern-faced, middle-aged man.
Chapter 614