Deep within the Taiyi Supreme Sect lay a forbidden ground known as the Taiyi Spirit Eye.
At its edge, origin energy formed milky-white streams of mist that slowly revolved around an ancient Green Jade platform.
Upon the jade platform sat a figure as still as bedrock, his aura blending with heaven and earth. Every breath he took drew the surrounding spiritual mist in and out.
It was Jiang Tuo, the current Top True Disciple of the Taiyi Supreme Sect.
Being able to cultivate at the edge of this place was already a supreme honor. From time to time, he could even receive an audience and guidance from that highest being within the sect.
Among the younger generation of the entire Taiyi Supreme Sect, he alone enjoyed such glory.
Just then, the spiritual mist in the distance stirred faintly as a gray-robed figure landed soundlessly. Not even a speck of dust was disturbed beneath his feet.
Jiang Tuo seemed to sense something and slowly withdrew his cultivation. The spiritual mist circulating around him gradually dispersed.
He rose and solemnly cupped his fists toward the newcomer. "Martial Uncle Feng."
Feng Shuofang nodded slightly, his gaze falling upon Jiang Tuo as a trace of satisfaction surfaced in his eyes.
Before him, Jiang Tuo's aura was deep and still as an abyss, his true origin flawless and harmonious. He was likely only waiting for the right opportunity to enter seclusion before crossing the threshold into Grandmaster.
"I came this time to tell you something," Feng Shuofang said without preamble.
"Please speak, Martial Uncle," Jiang Tuo replied calmly.
"Chen Qing of the Tianbao Supreme Sect fought Nan Zhuoran for the position of Master of Wanfa Peak at the Seven Stars Platform."
Feng Shuofang paused, his voice low. "Chen Qing won. Nan Zhuoran lost."
Jiang Tuo's