Xuan Yang Peak, one of the Nine Inner Peaks, differed from the elegant, ethereal beauty of Nine Heavens Peak. Its mountain momentum was majestic and perilous.
Xuan Yang Hall stood towering atop the peak.
At this moment, an old man sat at the head of the great hall.
This man was extraordinarily broad and tall. Even seated, he gave off the oppressive presence of a mountain.
His beard and hair were both dark red, as though molten lava lay within them, cascading carelessly over his shoulders.
He was Ke Tianzong, master of the Xuan Yang lineage!
Two people stood respectfully to either side below him.
On the left was an old man dressed in the robes of a Xuan Yang lineage elder. He was the Xuan Yang lineage's Transmission Elder, Gongyang Ming.
On the right stood a composed young man in his thirties. His features were not particularly handsome, but they were sharply defined.
He was Ji Yunliang, ranked second among the Tianbao Supreme Sect's ten True Disciples.
"Lineage Master!"
When Ke Tianzong's gaze swept over them, Gongyang Ming and Ji Yunliang simultaneously bowed and cupped their fists in salute.
Ke Tianzong nodded faintly. "No need for such formalities."
Gongyang Ming stepped forward and asked with concern, "Lineage Master, on this trip to the Northern Frontier, how did your probing exchange with Old Monster Chaoping of the Cloudwater Supreme Sect turn out?"
Ke Tianzong waved a hand, his expression calm as if discussing some trivial matter. "No matter. That old fellow truly had some skill. He was slick as an eel. We tested each other with a few moves, but neither of us could do anything to the other, so we each withdrew."
Though his tone was mild, Gongyang Ming and Ji Yunliang both knew that this exchange of probes