Black armor, dark and gloomy.
Jade belt, gleaming brightly.
High crown, like a mountain peak.
Golden feathers, like sharp blades.
As he stepped forward, the Lingbo Micro-step was ethereal and unfathomable, yet between motion and stillness, he seemed like a dragon striding and tiger leaping, his imposing might enough to make one unable to breathe.
When Luo Chen appeared from the nameless barren mountain where he had been secretly refining magic treasures, Cheng Bai felt as if a demon king had emerged from a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, arriving before him trailing an incomparably dense stench of blood.
"Gulp..."
Unable to stop himself, Cheng Bai swallowed a mouthful of saliva and dropped to his knees without hesitation.
"This junior, Cheng Bai, pays respects to Senior!"
Luo Chen looked down at the man beneath his feet and said in a rough voice, "Your name is unimportant. This Seat wishes to know who that Thunderous Echo Cave Master is, and which faction he comes from."
Cheng Bai lowered his head and said tremblingly, "Thunderous Echo Cave Master belongs to no sect or school. He is a rogue cultivator who attained the Dao, and also the only Nascent Soul True Person among the Thirty-Six Cave Masters of Wind Thunder Gorge."
"A rogue cultivator?"
Luo Chen raised a brow. Since when had rogue cultivators found it so easy to achieve the Nascent Soul Realm?
Across the vast Northern Sea, the named Nascent Soul rogue cultivators numbered no more than the Three Great Rogue Cultivators.
Yet upon arriving in the Southern Border, there was already another dragon-and-serpent figure rising from the grass and wilderness?
Cheng Bai nodded repeatedly and began recounting Thunderous Echo Cave Master's life story.
Wind Thunder Gorge had originally been a perilous and harsh place, one that no great