At daybreak.
Lu Feng set out and left the Azure Mountain Sword Sect.
To ensure his safety, Huang Helou and the others had deliberately disguised themselves in the latter half of the night and gone ahead to lure away those forces harboring ill intent.
Yet unexpectedly, Lu Feng was still intercepted amid the mountain ridges twenty li beyond the Azure Mountain Sword Sect.
The ridges were not far from the official road, their ground carpeted in tiny red and purple wildflowers. Whenever the wind blew, countless petals rose with it.
The man blocking his path stood on one foot atop the hilt of a longsword planted upright in the ground. Disturbed by the invisible aura emanating from him, the scattered petals drifted around his body like fluttering ribbons.
From the scene alone, Lu Feng had taken him for a ravishing beauty.
But the newcomer was, in truth, a man.
Clad in brocade, sword upright at his side, his face was as flawless as carved jade and his bearing extraordinary.
Unfortunately, the gray at his temples lent that handsome face an added touch of weathered age.
Had he been ten or twenty years younger, he would surely have been an unparalleled romantic scholar, enough to captivate thousands upon thousands of girls.
"Are you the Azure Mountain Sect Master?"
The man's voice carried a trace of yin softness, sharper even than that of an ordinary woman.
Hearing such a "delicate" voice emerge from the mouth of a middle-aged man, Lu Feng could not help feeling somewhat awkward.
He looked toward the man and saw that his half-lidded eyes had opened. He was staring in Lu Feng's direction with utter disdain.
Like his features, the man's eyes were remarkably beautiful. They possessed both the majesty and sharpness of phoenix eyes, as well as