Great Sage Showdown

Outside the glazed windows of the Spirit Monkey Tavern, exotic maple trees diffused a warm, gentle radiance into the nocturnal gloom as their foliage transitioned from golden yellow to brilliant crimson, lending the scene an air of crisp autumn melancholy. Si Yeli caught sight of the profile by the window, her slender hand covering her red lips as a brilliant light flickered in her eyes; she had long since suspected it, yet upon actually beholding the man, she still felt a sense of unreality.

She made her judgment instantly, knowing it could only be Zheng Guang.

Though his features bore changes compared to days past, that familiar aura and bearing could never be mistaken.

Immediately, she strode over at a brisk pace.

Yan Chuan was draped in black robes, and as a young ancestor of the Netherworld Dao Field, he carried a natural aura of mystery while faint nether mist billowed around his physique, as though linking to the lands of the Nine Hells.

He stood two heads taller than ordinary men, a thick cascade of ink-black hair swaying lightly in the night breeze while his eyes were as deep and fathomless as an abyss; his temperament was introverted and rather placid.

All along the journey, he remained tight-lipped and silent.

Duan Yin and Xu Yuan held a measure of awe toward him, maintaining silence in step with him for the entire process.

Today, business at the Spirit Monkey Tavern was better than ever before, with not a single empty seat.

Even renowned figures of the Fourth Realm very consciously stood up to yield their seats to the older monsters who arrived later, for the masters present were all sharing tables.

Many powerful individuals within the city had rushed over upon hearing the news, aware that today involved not only