Everyone followed the sound and looked over, only to see a man in red standing with his hands behind his back. He was said to be a man, yet he had red lips, white teeth, skin fairer than snow, and looks so exquisite they were almost absurd. Song Qingshu had once been known in the martial world as Jade-Faced Mengchang, universally acknowledged as a handsome man, yet even he could not help seeming somewhat overshadowed before this man in red.
Call him a woman, though, and he had sword-like brows, bright starry eyes, and a heroic bearing. Simply standing there casually, he exuded an overbearing aura that looked down upon the world. Coupled with his men's attire, everyone naturally assumed he was male.
"It's you?" Sunflower Ancestor frowned. It would have been one thing if the others failed to recognize him, but how could he not? This person cultivated his Sunflower Manual. The two had fought once in the Qing Imperial Palace, and the battle had ended in a draw. Though his realm had declined somewhat then because his lifespan was nearing its end, he still possessed the foundation of a Grandmaster. How many years could this young man possibly have cultivated the Sunflower Manual? It was clear that he was an unprecedented genius.
The man in red smiled faintly. That fleeting smile unexpectedly revealed a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms. "Ancestor, it has been a long time."
"Dongfang... Bubai?" the Sweeping Monk murmured uncertainly. The other Grandmasters beside him also studied him with curiosity.
Dongfang Bubai, Cult Master of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, was renowned throughout the martial world and hailed as the foremost expert of the demonic path. But he was ultimately only of the younger generation. None of these elderly Grandmasters had taken his title of