Ten li outside Crouching Dragon Ridge.
On a mountaintop.
Several figures stood there, gazing from afar at Zhuge Villa, which sat among the ridges in the distance.
One man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in an earthy-yellow robe. This man was the vice sect leader of the Crossing Immortal Gate, Li Sixiang.
A newly advanced Second Rank Great Grandmaster.
Another was a woman with a slender waist. She covered her face with purple gauze, making her features indistinct, but from her figure, she was no different from a sixteen-year-old girl. Her waist was no wider than a palm, and her arms and legs stood as straight as chopsticks.
Every glance she cast was filled with a bewitching beauty that could charm all living beings, yet she gave off a mysterious and deadly feeling.
There was also a man with regular features, an imposing face, divine light in his eyes that seized the soul, and a broad greatsword strapped to his back.
At a glance, he was filled with righteous bearing. Standing on the mountaintop, he gave people a heavy feeling, condensed like a mountain.
The last person had long hair hanging down over his forehead, hiding the upper half of his face, so his eyes could not be seen.
The lower half of his face was covered in bluish stubble.
At this moment, he was casually leaning against a crooked-necked tree, holding a wine flask and constantly pouring wine into his mouth.
Suddenly.
A crane's cry in the sky tore through the firmament, and those gazes all turned toward the heights.
They saw that amid the clouds, an Immortal Crane was descending at great speed.
"The imperial clan's Cloud Shadow Crane!" the middle-aged man with a righteous air said.
"It's Jiang Ning!" Li Sixiang's gaze sharpened,