In the Core Region of the battlefield, atop a mountain in the rear grounds of the Second Rank Sect Pill Heart Sect's camp, stood a protruding rock shaped like an eagle spreading its wings, known as Eagle Flight Stone. A figure sat atop it, dressed in a fitted robe embroidered with red clouds against white fabric, outlining his tall, lean frame with striking solidity. He had snowy silver hair and appeared to be around thirty, yet his eyes were steeped in the vicissitudes of time.
He sat on Eagle Flight Stone with one leg drawn up and the other dangling in the air. A Wine Gourd rested beside him.
Watching the setting sun sink westward, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, reached for the Wine Gourd beside him, and tipped his head back for a hearty gulp. But the gourd was already empty, leaving him with nothing but loneliness to drink.
The white-robed, white-haired young man shook the gourd and let out a long, unhurried sigh.
Just then, his eyes lit up. Seeing an Escape Light flying up from below, he grinned. "The wine is here!" He waved at the approaching light.
A moment later, the Escape Light landed beside him, revealing a dainty and lovely young woman.
The young woman had a delicate figure and wore a green dress. Her beautiful hair was tied into twin ponytails. The moment she appeared, she smiled at the young man, a dimple by her mouth exceptionally charming.
"Senior Brother!" the young woman called out brightly.
"What Senior Brother?" The young man glared. "Call me Martial Uncle!"
"Oh?" The young woman tilted her head at him, a crafty gleam flashing through her beautiful eyes. "Are you sure?"
The young man said solemnly, "Ranks must not be muddled. Your father is my Senior Brother,