As they descended the mountain, Fang Buai said, "Go tidy up the area before the hall and clear some space. I'll fight him there."
Zhou Tong asked, "How skilled is this Daoist Kaishan? Can Martial Uncle take him down in one go?"
Fang Buai shook his head. "I fought that Kaiyun for thirty or fifty moves. I heard this Kaishan is his... Amid the wind and snow, the first figure finally arrived through the snow—it was Leng Yue. Frost unique to the Northern Border swirled around him, and his steps were steady. With every step he took, faint Golden Ripples spread across the snow. Behind him lingered the faint remnant of a black shadow, already completely dispersed by Oath Power.
"The Will of the Shadow Realm has noticed," Leng Yue said in a deep voice. His gaze swept over the tablet body, and he frowned slightly. "It was faster than we expected."
Qing'er nodded, about to respond, when another streak of golden light tore across the night sky in the distance. Bai Shuang's figure emerged from within it, descending through the air. She wore an Eastern Wasteland Golden Rune Robe, Oath Power visibly surging around her, though her aura was somewhat disordered.
"In the Eastern Wasteland, it has already tried to erode the Oath Tower." Bai Shuang landed, her calm tone carrying a trace of urgency. "Had I not acted in time, the tower itself might already have been corrupted."
Ye Ying's expression was grave. "It is probing the defenses of the four directions, searching for the weakest link."
"Before the four directions gather, it will not act rashly." Qing'er turned her gaze to the sky. "Mo Li and You Ying should be here soon."
As if in answer to her words, another flowing light lit up the heavens. Then