Ninghai City.
Feng Yang felt somewhat heavy-hearted. He had already learned that the Wu Family Sword Pavilion had nearly been wiped out. Anger flickered in his eyes, yet he could do nothing about it. To him now, the Azure Cloud Sect was simply too enormous to shake.
"Dean, someone outside requests an audience. He says he is an old acquaintance of yours."
Li Yue walked into the thatched cottage from outside. He now held a post at Ninghai Immortal Academy, handling its daily affairs. Years of tempering had swept away the air of a spoiled dandy from him, leaving him several degrees more steady. His cultivation had also advanced to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. Feng Yang had even declared that within ten years, Li Yue would be able to advance to the Golden Core Realm.
"Oh? An old acquaintance of mine?"
Feng Yang set down the water ladle, patted the dirt from his clothes, and walked out of the herb field beside the thatched cottage. After years of recuperation, his cultivation had recovered to the Golden Core Sixth Level. Though it could not return to its peak, his understanding of his state of mind had become clearer than before. As a result, an invisible aura faintly emanated from him.
"I came without invitation. I hope Dean Feng will forgive me."
Before Li Yue could answer, a voice came from outside. It was deep and resonant, carrying an unmatched dominance. The visitor wore black, had a burly build, and bore a slanted scar across his face that added several shades of ferocity to his appearance.
"It's you!" Feng Yang was somewhat shocked and pulled Li Yue behind him.
"Seeing this face of mine, this scar, I suppose Dean Feng already knows who I am." The man in black gave a