Meanwhile, along the middle reaches of the Chishui River.
In a ruined temple some three hundred li from Shu Prefecture City, a campfire crackled.
In its light, broken doors and windows lay askew on the ground, covered in cobwebs laden with fine dust.
Outside the temple, however.
A bright moon hung high, spilling silver radiance over faintly visible green mountains and clear waters, while pinpricks of torchlight wandered about.
Those were the Jianghu guests returning from upstream.
Their laughter, banter, curses, and shouts drew nearer, then faded into the distance.
Yet from beginning to end, none of them so much as glanced at the ruined temple, as though nothing stood there.
Noticing this, Liu Lang could not help marveling inwardly at how terrifying someone in the Land Immortal Realm was.
Without stirring the slightest ripple in the Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi, he could isolate a place from the world.
Calling it an "immortal's art" would be no exaggeration.
Liu Lang turned his head slightly to look behind him. His gaze swept over that figure standing sideways to him, clad in robes whiter than snow, and he hurriedly resumed his role as a door guardian.
He was wild, certainly.
But he was not stupid.
At least until he entered the Great Grandmaster realm, he would never behave presumptuously before an Earthly Immortal.
Come to think of it, the boss is pretty terrifying too.
He can actually sit as an equal with the Snow Sword Lord-
And Yuan Liu'er-
Of course, Liu Lang was not standing at the ruined temple's entrance of his own accord. He wanted to sit beside the campfire behind him too.
Unfortunately, the Snow Sword Lord had spoken up, leaving him no choice but to obey.
He had even said that a saber wielder who cultivated the