"Gui Tao's people..."
The Pavilion Elder softly murmured this name, one that was too terrifying to be mentioned by ordinary people.
Almost simultaneously, the figure of a pitch-black Taoist slowly appeared in the Pavilion Elder's Sea of Consciousness.
He was shrouded in black mist, glanced at the Pavilion Elder, and then slowly bowed.
The Pavilion Elder frowned deeply.
He could feel that this eerie figure's aura had grown increasingly sinister and powerful.
An ancient aura of the Great Dao was incubating within it, even just a step away from transforming reality into illusion and shattering the Law.
The two locked eyes across the space.
In the next moment, the eerie figure dissipated, leaving no trace behind.
In the pavilion, only a wisp of sandalwood incense, a cup of clear tea, and a chessboard remained, calm as usual.
The Pavilion Elder sat meditatively above the chessboard, lost in thought for a long time before letting out a long sigh.
