It was Tao Ze.
Because of his special circumstances and identity, Tao Ze had always lived in seclusion in the back mountain of Dian Jiao Peak, rarely showing himself and never concerning himself with worldly affairs.
The last time he had met Ye Tian was ten years ago.
Now that Ye Tian had also become entangled in the secret of fate, Tao Ze would never have come to Peiyuan Peak to seek him out unless something urgent had happened.
Tao Ze indeed had urgent business, but the moment he saw Ye Tian, he visibly froze and let out an instinctive "Eh?"
"You used a spell to conceal the aura of your cultivation?" Tao Ze's thoughts raced, and he immediately arrived at what he considered the most reasonable explanation. He said approvingly, "This is indeed extremely useful. I had planned to remind you to cultivate and master such techniques, but it seems there is no need now."
"Alright, back to business," Tao Ze said after a pause, his expression turning solemn again.
Before speaking, Tao Ze first glanced around. Then, with a light flick of his sleeve, a vast surge of spiritual energy spread out, gathering into countless fine runes that drifted through the air and formed an array, completely sealing off the area.
Ye Tian's expression also grew serious.
Something worthy of Tao Ze treating it with such gravity should concern fate.
"Senior Brother Lu has been actively investigating the hidden truth behind Instructor Zuo Qiu's death. For hundreds of years, both his cultivation and status have suffered terrifying suppression, yet he has never found anything useful."
"But last night, he finally found news of the place where Instructor Zuo Qiu perished!" As Tao Ze spoke, his voice carried a trace of excitement.
Zuo Qiu Yi had been the master