Wang Yuan raised a hand and patted the flat surface of the massive boulder beside him, as though inviting an old friend to sit and chat.
That calm ease stood in stark contrast to Daoist Fencang's overwhelming display of force just moments ago.
Daoist Fencang remained where he was, the expression on his face shifting for an instant.
He had just pressed down with his aura, yet the other party had remained utterly unmoved;
now, the other party casually invited him to sit, as if nothing had happened at all.
That response suddenly made it impossible for him to gauge the depths of this young man.
Su Qinghan slowly walked over from beneath the Cliff Face, her footsteps light and soundless, and stopped on the other side of the boulder.
She lowered her eyes to glance at Wang Yuan and gave a slight nod. "Mysterious Abyss Daoist Heir, you arrived early."
"Half a day ago."
Wang Yuan nodded at her, his tone ordinary.
Su Qinghan said nothing more. She merely sat down on a low stone opposite him, the hem of her snow-white robes draping onto the ground, her posture composed.
Seeing this, Daoist Fencang sat down on the other side as well, his face dark.
Yan Wushuang and Luo Qingyi stood behind their respective sect masters. One looked tense, while the other's gaze remained calm.
The campfire flickered between the four of them, casting four shadows upon the rock wall, stretching and shrinking without end.
The three parties stood only a few steps apart, yet that subtle tension still hung thick in the air.
Wang Yuan took the gray cloth bundle beside him, untied it, and placed Su Qinghan's military intelligence summary and Daoist Fencang's alliance proposal atop the stone.
The two documents gleamed faintly yellow beneath the firelight.