Ten miles outside Wu Long Gang.
On a mountain top.
A few figures stood atop, gazing from afar at Zhuge Manor nestled within the hills.
One man stood with his hands behind his back, wearing an earth-colored long robe; this was Li Sixiang, the Vice Sect Leader of the Cross Immortal Gate.
A newly promoted Second Grade Great Grandmaster.
Another was a slender-waisted woman, her face covered in a purple veil, her appearance indistinct, but from her figure, she seemed like an adolescent girl, her waist no wider than a palm, her arms and legs as slender as chopsticks.
Her glances were filled with a mesmerizing beauty, yet they emitted a mysterious and lethal aura.
Yet another was a man with a righteous countenance, his features commanding, eyes radiating a divine light that captured the soul, with a broad sword strapped to his back.
His mere presence embodied righteousness, standing atop the mountain, giving off an imposing weight like that of a great mountain.
