The next day, spring still lingered, and a warm, gentle breeze swept across the desolate land, making it look as though it were bathing in a tragic tale.
The Right White Tiger, a Mystic Monarch of the Shenmen Sect, had arrived. Not only that, but Taoist Linxian of the Qingxu Sect, Wang Mingsheng, a Mystic Monarch of the Guiyang Sect, and others had all come to Feng City in a neat succession.
Standing with their hands clasped behind their backs, they conversed in subtle tones. Conversations between such high-level masters were not something ordinary cultivators could easily interject into or even overhear.
Chapter 64