The Verdant Mountain Range
After these people arrived, they gathered around the phantom image of the Green Giant Pagoda and watched, each with a different expression.
No one wanted to be the first to act, afraid of triggering the restrictions.
"What? No one dares enter this pocket realm? Then this old man will go in first." A somewhat mocking voice suddenly rang out.
A streak of green light appeared on the distant horizon. In less than three breaths, it came to a halt.
The light faded, revealing a somewhat disheveled Green-robed Old Man. A Green Gourd hung at his waist. His hair and face were filthy, and he reeked of alcohol. Black grime showed beneath his fingernails, and a powerful aura radiated from him. He was clearly a Great Perfection of Void Refining Cultivator.
"Qing Lei Jushi." Someone murmured the name. Though the voice was quiet, everyone heard it clearly.
Qing Lei Jushi was a Rogue Cultivator with quite a reputation in Ziwei Star Domain. He loved alcohol as dearly as his own life and possessed immense abilities. Several hundred years ago, he had faced three Cultivators of the same rank alone, killing two and gravely wounding the third. The battle had made him famous throughout Ziwei Star Domain. But after that, Qing Lei Jushi vanished from sight. It was rumored that he had been so badly injured that he died.
"Qing Lei Jushi, so it's you. Weren't you dead?" asked a Red Skirt Young Woman in the uniform of Sky Beast Palace, frowning.
"Heh. The one who died was only this old man's clone. I've spent several hundred years recovering, and my injuries are nearly healed. What is it, Madam Li? Got good wine to offer me? Or do you want my life too?" Qing Lei Jushi took the