Outside Juejian Mountain.
With a Heavy Saber on his back, Jin Chaoheng stared coldly at the night sky.
Besides him, three other Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Cultivators stood like gods and demons, each occupying a different direction. Behind each of them stood dozens of other Cultivators—monks, Daoists, men, and women, all different from one another.
The only thing they had in common was the thick Evil Qi emanating from their bodies.
"It's already midnight, but Wu Qianhai still hasn't arrived."
Jin Chaoheng lowered his gaze, his deep voice filled with doubt. "He's not one to be late. Could something have held him up...?"
"Should we wait?"
Gu Xingkong, who was dressed like a Confucian scholar, looked impassively at the others.
