As they spoke, the Daoists exchanged a look and let out sighs of relief, praising their senior brother's brilliant plan.
The back of Purple Mist Mountain was an extremely steep cliff face, shrouded in clouds and mist all day long.
Aside from some strange pines and peculiar cypresses growing in its crevices, the cliff showed almost no signs of life. It was so treacherous that not even an ape could cross it.
And at this moment, on a crooked tree with lush foliage shaped like a giant umbrella,
a boy covered in blood lay unconscious, his eyes shut tight. On his chest, a Jade Pendant emitted a faint glow that enveloped his whole body.
"Tsk tsk tsk…"
"To think that after so many years, I would see the light of day again, and all because of a kid like this…"
"All his meridians are shattered. If I hadn't protected his heart meridian in time, this kid would already be in the Nine Netherworld meeting King Yama."
