In the vast and boundless Southern Wasteland Domain of the Honghuang Continent, within the borders of the Luyu Ancient Kingdom, the Sword Mystery Sect stood proudly like a dazzling star atop the peaks of a mountain range. Wisps of mist drifted around it like dancing thin veils, dreamlike and illusory, as if one were inside a realm of immortals. In the distance, rolling mountain ranges undulated, draped in a brilliant layer of golden rosy light under the gentle touch of the morning sun, together sketching a breathtaking landscape painting that left one intoxicated.
"Senior Brother Huinan, disaster is imminent!" Han Feng, a middle-aged man in gray, hurried over like a frightened bird, his face filled with panic and dismay. Huinan, the leader of the Sword Mystery Sect, slowly opened his eyes, a brilliant beam of light flashing across them like a shooting star. He knitted his brows and looked at Han Feng, his voice resonant and powerful, echoing like a grand bell: "Junior Brother Han Feng, you are already middle-aged, how can you still be so flustered? What on earth has happened to make you lose your composure like this?"
At this moment, a gentle breeze swept across the summit of the main peak, and the leaves rustled, as if softly recounting a little-known story. A wave of chaos churned within Han Feng's heart. He knew very well that his current appearance was rather unseemly, but this matter was of such magnitude that it made it truly difficult for him to remain calm. His expr…
Chapter 17