Moonlight illuminated the mountaintop, bringing a chilling edge to the tranquility. The weather in February was naturally freezing. Although Cultivators feared no such cold, the bleak, whistling wind still instilled a sense of awe. In weather like this, the sudden appearance of a white-clad man would put anyone on high alert.
Zhuo Qingcheng observed the man, paying special attention to his injuries. They didn't look like wounds inflicted by an ordinary person at all.
"Fellow Daoist, our group has urgent matters to attend to. It's not very convenient," she said, rejecting his implicit request.
Hearing this, the white-clad man smiled. "You mean the Wuyun Sect heading to the Ancient Sect for the recruitment expansion? I actually think you need me by the fire even more. While I'm not overly familiar with these Sects, I can still offer you some advice."
