"Ye Hua, you old bastard, you actually left a strand of your split soul here to guard this place?"
A furious roar rang out from the Three Fiends Saintly Venerable's mouth as his figure came to a halt. At the same time, a vicious aura suddenly billowed from his body.
Facing the fair-faced young cultivator who had appeared, the usually calm expression of the Three Fiends Saintly Venerable instantly turned ferocious, as if he had become an entirely different person.
"You're Ye Hua, the fifth strongest founding ancestor of the Immortal Mountain Sect after its establishment. I never expected you to leave a split soul here and evade that person's pursuit."
Looking at the white-robed, jade-featured young cultivator before him, Yinluo Holy Lord stood in the distance. Her beautiful face also revealed shock, as if she greatly feared the young man before her.
At this moment, Mo Tian and the nameless old man standing in the distance both trembled violently, and their expressions revealed completely different emotions.
Mo Tian's expression turned solemn, his eyes flashing brilliantly as if he were rapidly considering something.
The nameless old man, however, suddenly looked delighted, as if he bore not the slightest hostility toward this Immortal Mountain Sect cultivator who had appeared.
"Although those two Fellow Daoists possess the aura unique to cultivators from the Upper Realm, this old man finds your faces unfamiliar. May I ask how I should address you two? Would you be willing to tell Ye Hua?"
The young cultivator did not answer the Three Fiends Saintly Venerable or Yinluo Holy Lord. Instead, he swept his gaze over Qin Fengming and the other three before looking toward Mo Tian and the nameless old man standing in the distance. A flash of brilliance passed through his eyes as he spoke.
"This