The man sitting in the dim, exceedingly crude stone room, wrapped from head to toe in a thick gray-black blanket, had his hair braided into thin plaits. His face was unspeakably pale. He looked young, yet there was an indescribable weatheredness between his brows.
From time to time, he erupted into violent coughing fits. He appeared extremely frail, yet everyone knew that he was the cornerstone of Zhaoyao Mountain... This man was the Northern Bright King.
Standing below the Northern Bright King was a man in magnificent purple robes, radiating an overwhelming presence. He was Western Marquis Heng Daoyuan, one of Zhaoyao Mountain's Four Marquises.
Though there was an indescribable loneliness and weariness between the Northern Bright King's brows, a thread of gratification shone in his eyes at this moment.
The reason he already knew where Luo Bei and Nalan Ruoxue were, and knew that Young Master Tong, one of the Five Young Masters of Zhanzhou Marshland, had shown Luo Bei sufficient sincerity on behalf of Zhanzhou Marshland, was because of Nalan Ruoxue. Without the information Nalan Ruoxue had sent him, he could not possibly have known these things.
The Northern Bright King knew that Nalan Ruoxue sending him such news meant, at the very least, that she understood his intentions. It brought an indescribable warmth to the heart of the Northern Bright King, who stood alone and apart from the world.
Nor did he doubt the abilities of these three young people in the slightest.
Luo Bei had survived even after his Natal Sword Essence was destroyed, and had even killed Hong Yi. His strength and potential had utterly surpassed the Northern Bright King's expectations.
Nalan Ruoxue was his disciple. Naturally, he knew that to anyone, she was no enemy that could be dealt with lightly. Moreover, she possessed