Three days earlier.
The Azure Cloud Sect.
Mountain peaks stood in dense ranks, rising and falling in uneven tiers. The spiritual energy in the air was rich, shrouding everything like thick fog. It seemed like an immortal realm.
On a certain peak.
A young man in black robes, broad-shouldered and handsome, with thin lips, was tending to the potted plants before him.
At that moment.
An old man appeared silently behind the young man. His white hair reached his temples. He didn't interrupt, but stood there respectfully.
"How did the investigation I asked you to conduct go?" Zheng Kun carefully set the potted plant in place, then turned to ask.
The white-haired elder replied respectfully, "Your Highness, the Nineteenth Prince, Fang Yuan is indeed still alive, but the news is confined to the sect's upper ranks."
"Heavenly tribulation descended during Foundation Establishment, auspicious light shone, and the strange phenomenon lingered for a long time. Such talent is truly astonishing."
Zheng Kun spoke slowly, a peculiar glimmer in his eyes as he gazed into the distance.
"But back then, I still beat him half to death."
Scenes from the past surfaced one after another. Remembering the Azure Cloud Sect's disciple trials, he couldn't help giving a cold smile.
"Shall this old servant deal with him?" the white-haired elder asked with a bow.
Zheng Kun shook his head. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
"Things are different now. His talent has drawn the sect's attention, and even the Honored Elder wants to take him as a disciple."
"Besides, he has a Golden Core True Lord backing him. Killing him would be too risky, and might not even succeed."
Zheng Kun's eyes glimmered. As his thin lips moved, he seemed all the more demonic.
"I've always