The night sky, with stars and the moon hanging high, casts its white radiance, piercing through the thick fog and spilling across the world.
Ye Xuan moved swiftly, like a specter, darting across the cracked earth. Beside him, Robert Cain followed closely.
In no time, the two reached an expansive open ground.
On this ground, many tents were pitched, reminiscent of the ones used by campers to shield against wind and rain.
Ye Xuan glanced at the flag planted in the earth, a few bitter smiles flashed across his face. Old acquaintances meet again, yet one cannot tell if they are friends or foes, it indeed invites melancholy.
But then, who can change anything?
Ye Xuan was contemptuously called a demon among cultivators, across the world, how many cultivators wouldn't think Ye Xuan is a demon?
Even though Hong Ling shared a good relationship with Ye Xuan, she ultimately belonged to the Wudang Tai Chi Sect.
