At this moment, the entire forest exuded a strange, eerie vibe. Thick mists gradually rolled in, and though it was early morning, it felt as though night were about to fall.
A young man dressed entirely in black stood waiting quietly. His icy aura caused several cultivators from minor sects who had just arrived to cast frequent glances his way.
"Might I ask what Sect the Daoist friend belongs to? I am Ting Yin, an elder of the Zhu Yuan Sect!"
Chapter 17