With a calm expression, Du Bufan sat cross-legged atop the Wolf Demon. Together, they shot forward like a meteor tearing across the firmament, racing at lightning speed toward the heart of Tiandang Mountain. Raging gales howled around them, the sound deafening, resembling the joint roar of countless ferocious beasts that threatened to grind everything in the world to dust under their fury.
Mysterious shadows flitted through the wind like ancient resentful spirits, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws with hideous faces. Imbued with endless grievance, they howled and surged in the gale, as if trying to drag all intruders down into the abyss of darkness. Du Bufan's robes whipped violently in the wind, snapping loudly.
Every flutter was like a tattered battle standard baptized by the smoke and fire of war, carrying an unyielding tenacity. Yet his profound eyes held only absolute focus, resembling a bottomless dark pool that seemed capable of absorbing all light in the world. No matter how loud, chaotic, or spine-chilling the outside world might be, it could not shake the tranquility within his heart.
Chapter 23