"Hey! Where is everyone?"
The mist hung heavy in the air, the sunlight dim; the evening sun slanted through the horizon while fallen leaves gently drifted to the ground. Before the elderly man, a young man suddenly appeared.
A golden crow pattern emerged abruptly at the center of this man's forehead, his body radiating golden light that illuminated all. From afar, he appeared as holy as the sun itself.
At that moment, a group of people arrived in pursuit.
"Fellow practitioners!" Menglian stopped the crowd, but the others ignored her, charging violently at Song Lin.
Menglian was flustered, her face flushed red. Song Lin was too reckless—he had stormed up the mountain peak without any negotiation and even intruded upon a forbidden area.
A hundred thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to conjure up ways to help Song Lin fabricate an excuse.
Just then, Master Siyao stood up suddenly, as though revitalized for a brief moment, fixing an intense gaze on Song Lin.
