Luoshui River Lake.
On an unnamed desolate island.
The Yellow Sky Daoist looked at the White Chi before him.
The White Chi's eyes had originally been ferocious, but with the arrival of the Yellow Sky Daoist, it immediately grew somewhat calmer, and its gaze became docile.
The next moment.
The Yellow Sky Daoist took one step and instantly appeared before the White Chi.
Then his palm landed on the White Chi's head.
Seeing this, the young man beside him immediately grew somewhat tense.
He knew what he and his Master were doing.
It was an undertaking capable of overturning the Great Xia Dynasty.
Once they carried it out, the two of them would face death nine times out of ten.
Even now, he did not know whether what he and his Master were about to do was right or wrong.
All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind. Distractions took root in his heart, and for a time, his thoughts became confused and his state of mind was thrown into complete disarray.
Just then.
"Xiao Wuque!" the Yellow Sky Daoist slowly spoke, uttering a name.
Hearing those three words, the young man beside him suddenly came back to himself.
"Xiao Wuque?" he asked in surprise.
The Yellow Sky Daoist nodded. "It's him!"
"Master, then what should we do?" the young man asked nervously.
"Xiao Wuque discovered us but didn't take action. That's somewhat troublesome!" the Yellow Sky Daoist murmured, a thoughtful look appearing on his face.
"Indeed!" The young man carrying a long sword engraved with the Eight Trigrams also nodded, then continued, "I heard that among the Martial Saint's disciples, Xiao Wuque has the greatest talent and potential, and is the one most likely to become the second Martial Saint."
Hearing his disciple's words, the Yellow Sky Daoist could