"I have returned. This time, I will reclaim every shred of dignity I lost!!"
So declared Daoist Master Lingxu, the Shushan Sect Leader.
"..."
In a small town somewhere in Jiangnan.
Misty rain enveloped Jiangnan, its mountains and waters painted in ink.
The Golden Core female cultivator stood aboard a small boat, her brows slightly furrowed, one hand resting on her sword hilt.
"You liar again!!"
"Junior Sister, who is he?"
The male cultivator beside her eyed the old man crossing the river on a single reed not far away.
The man truly looked extraordinary.
His multicolored green gauze robes fluttered in the breeze, his wide sleeves billowing without wind. His hair was white as a crane's, his face youthful, and his eyes keen and bright.
"A liar! He says he's the Shushan Sect Leader. Isn't that laughable?"
"Oh? No matter how I look at him, he doesn't seem like a liar." The male cultivator asked tentatively, "Senior, are you truly the Shushan Sect Leader?"
"Hehe~ Last time, I was merely playing a little joke on your Junior Sister. This time, this old man will be serious."
Just then, two figures arrived close behind.
The Golden Core female cultivator's expression changed slightly. "Senior Brother, this is bad—it's those two Nascent Soul Old Devils!"
"Junior Sister, run!!"
"Trying to run? Isn't it too late for that?"
Before the words had even faded, the two Nascent Soul Old Devils had already blocked the pair's escape routes from the front and rear.
Two Golden Core cultivators stood absolutely no chance against two Nascent Soul Old Devils.
The male cultivator turned his gaze toward Lingxu and cupped his hands in salute.
"Senior, these two are wicked demons who have slaughtered innocent lives. If you truly are the Shushan Sect Leader, I hope you will