Almost at the same moment Lu Xiaotian discovered it, Dongfang Yi also sensed the other party's presence. In an instant, snow began drifting silently through the air. Wherever it fell, even Lu Xiaotian's all-pervasive divine sense was forced out by that frigid aura.
"Wind-Snow Sacred Sect—its reputation is indeed well deserved." Within the snow-filled domain of wind and snow, a ball of extremely pure ghost qi suddenly exploded. Clearly, this time it was truly the Old Ghost Jiushan.
The moment the two sides clashed, the ball of ghost qi that had erupted from the Old Ghost Jiushan showed only a fleeting flash of power before the domain of wind and snow swiftly covered it. The situation was already more or less under Dongfang Yi's control.
Even so, Lu Xiaotian remained exceedingly cautious as he repeatedly searched Mount Jiuyin. Better safe than sorry. The Old Ghost Jiushan was not his true enemy; dealing with him was not difficult. What was difficult was leaving not the slightest trace and preventing Ye Qianxun's Lotus Avatar from finding any clues.
Back then, the lord of Yuanling City had merely been one of Ye Qianxun's Lotus Avatars. Lu Xiaotian dared not guarantee that Ye Qianxun had made no corresponding arrangements elsewhere.
"May I ask who you are, honored sir? I have governed Mount Jiuyin for several thousand years and, as far as I know, have never offended someone of your stature. Why are you pressing me so relentlessly?"
A ghost wearing dark cyan battle armor, with a blue-green head exposed, shouted out in a mixture of fury and alarm under Dongfang Yi's fierce assault.
"Do I need a reason to kill you?" Amid the wind and snow, Dongfang Yi's figure was difficult to make out. Only snowflakes crystalline as jade could be seen, shooting toward