The Yin Mountain Sect's mountain gate lay within North Mang Mountain.
Inside stood pavilions, towers, corridors, and winding bridges, built in lavish splendor—but it was the sort of wealth flaunted by mortals.
A true great sect would never think much of such things.
Even the formation protecting the mountain gate was exceedingly crude: merely a layer of thin mist capable of confusing and trapping intruders.
At the foot of North Mang Mountain stood another city, called North Giant.
Within the city was a Li Family that had been established for over three hundred years. They were a local powerhouse, a martial family renowned throughout the martial world, though they rarely dealt with ordinary mortals.
There were rumors throughout the nearby martial world that the heirs of the Li Family Manor either never entered the world—or, once they did, they were peerless masters!
In truth, the Li Family kept a low profile entirely out of pride. After all, they were an immortal-cultivating family.
The Li Family's old ancestor, Li Rubi, had lived for more than three hundred years, and every dozen years or so, he would come to select disciples.
This inevitably made the Li Family members rather high-minded, fostering a measure of arrogance and disdain.
Fortunately, they still obeyed the old ancestor's instructions and did not publicize the matter far and wide.
This day.
Aaron rode his little donkey into North Giant City.
There are two ways to settle this karmic debt. One is to take up my sword and go straight to his door—the simplest and most satisfying method... But if he has some hidden trick up his sleeve, I'll be in for a terrible time.
*As for the second... I can wait for him to die of old age, then go bully his disciples and descendants... This old