----Outside Spirit City.
Two figures stood at the city gate. One was a man surrounded by faint, pale-green currents of air, as if a flowing breeze had taken solid form. His silvery-white hair fell in a waterfall to his waist, the ends lifting lightly in the wind, untouched by dust.
His features were as finely sculpted as jade, his profile cool and sharply defined. His dark brows swept back toward his temples. His eyes were deep as a frozen pool, their pupils glimmering with a faint blue light; when he stared, it seemed he could freeze the air. He wore a plain, pale-green robe, its sleeves fluttering. As he walked, he moved like clouds drifting and rolling, his feet never touching the dust.
The other was a young man dressed in a black-and-gold robe, its hem embroidered with dark silver patterns that gleamed coldly in the light. He was slender yet stood straight as a pine, his black hair tied up, with a few loose strands falling over his forehead. His handsome features carried a distant air; his brows were like far-off hills, his eyes deep as a frozen pool, and his lips pale. Every gesture carried an air of authority. It was as if frost covered his face, making people wary of approaching him.
The young man looked up at the plaque above Spirit City's gate and took a deep breath. A blazing fire flashed in his eyes.
"Phew~ Three years. I'm back. Today, I, Xiao Yan... Pah, wrong show. Ahem. Spirit City, Murong Huai is back!"
That's right. These two were Murong Huai and Wind Dragon, who had come out of Dragon Spine Mountain Range.
Soon after they left Dragon Spine Mountain Range, Wind Dragon's hundred-thousand-year minor tribulation arrived. Relying on his incredibly powerful body, Wind Dragon passed