The shout came wrapped in a howling wind, surging over from afar. The vast mountain forest, where people rarely appeared, was instantly swept up by a hurricane. Towering trees shook violently, rocks flew in all directions, and grass and branches whirled through the air, creating a scene of darkness between heaven and earth.
"I never thought you'd actually alarm Geng Jian, you old bastard, who hasn't shown himself for hundreds of thousands of years. Don't tell me you're planning to lay hands on the genius of Ice Plains Island?"
Pu Wen's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his brows creased slightly. Yet as he spoke, his brows relaxed again. He looked toward the entrance of the hall, merely rising to his feet without leaving.
The hurricane howled. In the blink of an eye, ten figures rushed over. They paused briefly outside the hall before flashing inside the Immortal Jade Hall.
"Reporting to Master, the various seniors have arrived." Shi Pan and Fairy Huang Shang stepped forward to report.
Pu Wen waved his hand, sending the two to one side. His gaze turned toward the eight cultivators who had entered the hall, and a smile once again surfaced on his face.
"Qing Cang fellow cultivator, you've traveled thousands of miles to accompany everyone to this Borderlands. Thanks for the effort. This old man hasn't traveled through the Cultivation World for decades. Aside from Geng Jian and Daoist Fu Yuan, I haven't met any of the others. I wonder what your names are. Please enlighten me."
With a smile on his face, Pu Wen nodded toward Qing Cang, then looked toward a stern-looking middle-aged man radiating a chill. His gaze swept over an old man dressed in Daoist robes and holding a horsetail whisk. He clasped his fists toward the two before finally looking