Four Reclusive Cultivators Gather, Old Friends Assemble

At this time, less than a year remained until the black market auction on Mysterious Wind Island.

Relying solely on his immense divine sense, Wei Tu sensed that compared to six years ago, Mysterious Wind Island had become far more of a mixed bag of fish and dragons. Both the "quality" and "quantity" of high-level cultivators had greatly increased.

"Seven-Leaf Master has come as well," the Nethergod split soul promptly reminded Wei Tu.

During his battle with Seven-Leaf Master, Seven-Leaf Master had been struck by his Curse Words Art. Though he had fled in time after the battle, a monk could flee, but the temple remained. Wei Tu had long since used that opportunity to plant a corresponding soul mark within his soul.

Thus, the instant Seven-Leaf Master set foot on the island, Wei Tu sensed his arrival through it.

"Just finding this cultivator alone means my years on Mysterious Wind Island have not been wasted." Wei Tu raised his brows slightly and looked in the direction indicated by the Nethergod split soul.

Before long, he spotted the "long-separated friend" Seven-Leaf Master within a purple-gold pavilion adjacent to the Immortal Inn.

However, this old Spirit Transformation cultivator had apparently not come alone today. A bald-browed old man sat beside him.

The bald-browed old man seemed to possess no weak cultivation. He and Seven-Leaf Master addressed each other as equals, seated at the same table. There was no trace of deference in their conversation; instead, a hint of arrogance occasionally surfaced on the old man's face.

Yet, because of the great distance, Wei Tu, inside the Immortal Inn, could not hear what the two were discussing.

Still, just as Wei Tu prepared to use Blood Aura Perception to probe the bald-browed old man's realm, it was as though he had struck