The sun shone brightly beneath a cloudless sky as several figures sped through the air above a sprawling network of intersecting waterways.
There were four people in the group, one of whom was the gaunt old man, Old Master Qi.
The other three were a young man and two middle-aged men.
The young man was not tall, but he was exceptionally burly. His face was somewhat dark, making him look like an ordinary farm boy.
Yet he was far from ordinary. He was renowned throughout the Central Continent, a young supreme expert ranked within the top two thousand of the Ten Thousand Venerables Ranking. His name was Yin Ting.
Yin Ting was far stronger than even Old Master Qi.
As for the other two middle-aged men, their statuses were the same as Old Master Qi's. They were both protectors of Yin Luo Hall.
"Old Master Qi, is that Su Mo really so monstrous?" Yin Ting asked as he flew.
Old Master Qi had previously said that Su Mo, despite only being at the True Profound Realm Ninth Layer, possessed strength close to the Martial King Realm Eighth Level. Yin Ting found that difficult to believe.
Was that not far too exaggerated?
If Su Mo could fight opponents three or four levels above himself, Yin Ting could still believe it. But this kind of ability to fight across levels was simply a fantasy.
The other two middle-aged protectors also fixed their gazes on Old Master Qi, their eyes filled with doubt and astonishment.
"You'll know once we find him!"
Old Master Qi sighed when he saw this and said, "Otherwise, why would this old man have asked you to come help?"
In truth, Old Master Qi also found it hard to believe. Before coming to capture Su Mo, how could he