Life and Death, What Plans

Unlike the pitch-black sky of Xin'an City, which was smothered by dark clouds, or the night before Suolong Pass that shone as bright as day, Lingbei Prefecture of the Yong Kingdom was bathed entirely in pale moonlight.

It was not so dark that one could see nothing, yet it was difficult to see anything clearly.

Of course, for transcendent cultivators, vision was never a difficult problem to solve.

"A mere weak Zhuang, a tiny nation, daring to act fierce after sneaking into our borders? Once our Great Yong finds the time, we shall crush you all with a flip of our palms!"

A long-bearded elder roared in anger, wielding a green-edged sword that summoned rolling green flames as he fought three opponents alone. Despite being outnumbered, he held the upper hand.

He fought with growing fervor, his beard and hair dancing wildly as he pressed the attack. The three Zhuang Kingdom cultivators surrounding him retreated with every exchange, relying on mutual support to avoid immediate defeat.

Just then, a whistling wind erupted, and a massive green python lunged from behind the elder, its mouth agape with hideous fangs.

The attack was sudden and swift, yet it did not escape the elder's notice. He spun around, his sword sweeping out like a gale to counter the python.

"Don't be so arrogant, old man. Look at who this is!" A young, green-faced cultivator held his sword across the neck of a woman.

Perhaps because he was unaccustomed to threatening others, or because the lines had been fed to him, the young cultivator spoke with a stiff tone and rigid posture.

The woman held at swordpoint shrieked, "Father!"

The long-bearded elder had just repelled the python when his body shuddered, and he turned around: "Hong'er!"

His voice trembled: "What about A'ning and the