True Lord Duanfeng sat high upon his throne, his face utterly expressionless. His gaze swept across the void and settled on Taichu Peak.
"Cen Feng, will you go first, or shall I?"
His voice was as cold as his expression, without the slightest hint of emotion.
Cen Feng wore a lazy smile and replied in an even more disinterested tone:
"Our Taichu Peak isn't in a hurry. Go ahead!"
He didn't even raise his head. His left elbow rested on the armrest, his hand propping up his chin as if he were pondering something. The star orb in his hand danced between his fingers like a lively little sprite.
Duanfeng said no more and turned to True Lord Qingshui.
"Our Yun Que Peak's vice peak master will be Qianyu, and Bai Wuchen will take the position of peak master."
Fang Mo's gaze fell on Yun Que Peak. He saw two men stand up. Bai Wuchen's appointment came as no surprise to him. In terms of both strength and ability, Bai Wuchen was unquestionably qualified. But he didn't know Venerable Qianyu.
His gaze shifted away from Bai Wuchen and landed on the other man.
He was young—truly young. He looked far younger than Bai Wuchen, about the same age as Venerable Miaoyin. He was dressed in white as well, but gave off a completely different impression from Bai Wuchen.
Bai Wuchen was refined and otherworldly, as if he didn't belong to the mortal world, with an immortal's bearing. Qianyu, on the other hand, could be summed up in one word:
Cold. Incredibly cold!
He was like a block of ice, radiating a chill. His bearing was remarkably similar to True Lord Duanfeng's. It was hard to tell whether he was deliberately imitating him or simply like that by nature.
Fang Mo