Moonlight spilled like water across the small courtyard on the rear slope of Eastern Splendor Stronghold.
Li Yun sat cross-legged, several Spirit Transformation Realm Cultivation Techniques taken from the Extinct Blade Sect Armory laid out before him.
He was just about to add points when Dragon Soul warned him.
"Master, someone's coming."
"He's a formidable expert."
Li Yun turned his head. Two hundred meters away, a stooped figure stood motionless.
The man wore coarse hemp clothes. His hair was white, and wrinkles crisscrossed his face like ravines. He looked like an ordinary old woodcutter from the mountains.
He simply stood there without letting a trace of his aura leak out. If Li Yun had not seen him with his own eyes, he would not even have sensed anyone there.
What ordinary old woodcutter carried himself like that?
This was an expert, and a terrifyingly powerful one at that—far stronger than any Li Yun had encountered before. He was certainly no ordinary Martial Dao Grandmaster.
Li Yun even wondered if the man was a Martial King.
The man was Old Man Mu.
A moment ago, he had been plotting with Shadowblade, Layman Pureheart, and Old Man Withered Wood. Now he had come straight to Eastern Splendor Stronghold alone.
Old Man Mu flashed into the courtyard where Li Yun lived.
He surveyed the place as if no one else were there. At last, his gaze settled on Dragon Soul atop Li Yun's shoulder.
His eyes lit up.
"Dragon Soul... It really is Dragon Soul."
"My eighty years of waiting in Crouching Dragon Mountain weren't wasted. But I never imagined the Dragon Soul born there would be subdued so easily."
"Boy, you've snatched the prize I waited eighty years for..."
Li Yun's brows drew together.
Even if he suspected the old man was