The cold wind swept through.
The old man's grizzled hair danced wildly in the wind.
It was unclear just how old he was, apart from his rosy complexion, his features revealed nothing remarkable.
He stood with his hands clasped behind him at the mountain gate, looking down at Chen Yang from above.
Strands of golden light began to recede, drawing into his body.
As a result, he seemed even sharper, his presence as heavy as a mountain.
"No wonder the entire secular world once tried everything to kill you."
The elder, none other than Ye Nantian, spoke first, "Barely thirty, yet you've stepped into the Boundless Dharma. People like you cannot be left alone."
"However, this is not the secular world! In this Martial World of Yuning Mountain, you cannot run amok at your whim."
His tone was calm, yet every word struck like thunder, shaking one's thoughts.
"What right do you have to tell me what to do?"
