Dao Brother

Beyond the gates of the dojo.

They flew over deep pavilions and jade towers, pearl palaces and shell terraces, passed through dark corridors winding across layered peaks, until they reached the end of the heavenly pool, beneath the fiery molten throne.

There sat a brawny old man clad in a Nine Yang Flame God Robe.

The spiritual aura around him was like tides beneath the vault of heaven, pouring down from the horizon and becoming roaring waterfalls; it was more like the pulse of the earth, carrying vigorous life.

Steadfast as the sun, bright as the moon.

The cultivator at the center was like an eternally unsetting sun, sweeping away all gloom.

"Master!"

The brawny old man drew in his divine power and smiled kindly. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Zi Shaoqing did not know how to explain any of this. She had only just learned of it herself.

Moreover, she had been focused on her escape technique along the way and had not had time to ask many questions.

Seeing her master ask, she could only look toward Xu Sanniang beside her. She needed Xu Sanniang to explain everything.

Since this was his dojo, he had long known that the tempestuous Zi Shaoqing was rushing over. At the same time, there was someone else at Zi Shaoqing's side.

He had noticed her as well.

His gaze shifted through several layers.

Though not a trace of divine-sense pressure descended upon her, Xu Sanniang felt as if she were facing an immeasurably towering mountain.

In the blink of an eye, that mountain vanished, leaving behind only warm light. Yet that was the most terrifying thing of all, because mountains had limits, while light could be seen everywhere.

Xu Sanniang looked at the brawny old man, then at the cultivator