On Luoxing Mountain, mist swirled as the lingering rays of the setting sun cast a tranquil and serene glow across the peaks. Beneath this peace, however, undercurrents were already beginning to surge. Chen Haotian stood at the summit with his hands behind his back, looking down at the figures gradually gathering at the foot of the mountain. His gaze was profound, as if he had already seen through their intentions.
At the foot of the mountain, a squad of martial artists dressed in black combat attire formed neat ranks. Every single one of them possessed a rock-solid aura, clearly making them experts in the martial path. Leading them was a grim-faced middle-aged man with an antique long saber strapped across his back.
"Hall Master, intelligence indicates the target is right at the summit," a subordinate reported in a low voice.
Chapter 66