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Northwest of the Imperial Capital, about a hundred li away.

Misty Cloud Sect.

Lu Heng's Five-Color Purple Cloud Wings traced a long arc through the high sky, neither too fast nor too slow. With the cultivation of a Three-Star Dou Emperor, fewer than five people above the Imperial Capital could sense him.

About a quarter of an hour later, the Misty Cloud Sect's mountain gate came into distant view.

Amid the rolling peaks, clusters of white buildings stood in orderly tiers. Waterfalls poured down from the mountaintops, refracting mist in the morning light.

The entire sect was shrouded in a thin layer of fog, and from afar, it truly possessed something of an immortal air.

Lu Heng withdrew his wings and landed steadily thirty zhang outside the mountain gate.

He did not force his way in.

Though the Misty Cloud Sect's protective formation could not stop him with his current strength, there was no need to cause trouble at someone else's doorstep.

Before coming, he had agreed with Yun Yun that he would arrive today.

Sure enough, less than three breaths after he landed, a streak of azure light shot out from the mountain gate. It was Yun Yun, who had sensed Lu Heng's aura.

Yun Yun wore a fitted brocade robe of gold trimmed with purple. Her long dark hair was arranged in the shape of a soaring phoenix, and her serene face carried a hint of delight.

She stopped several zhang in front of Lu Heng and looked him over.

"You came rather quickly."

Lu Heng smiled. "I said I'd come today, so I wasn't going to put it off until tomorrow."

Yun Yun nodded softly and stepped aside, making way for the path up the mountain.

"Come with me."

The two climbed the Misty Cloud Sect's stone