They were all waiting—waiting for someone, waiting for someone who could save the entire world to appear.
"Ye Lin, there is bound to be a battle between you and me. I am truly looking forward to it more and more."
"I wonder whether you have improved. If you have remained unchanged these past few years, that would be such a pity."
The young man muttered to himself. Among his peers, he had already reached the end of the road. There were not many of his generation qualified to be his opponent.
But not a single one could defeat him.
He had been invincible for too long, lonely for too long. He desperately wanted to find a worthy opponent—one who could fight him until heaven and earth turned dark, one who could let him battle to his heart's content.
"Master, we will not be discovered doing this, will we?"
Inside a cave halfway up a towering mountain, two young women and three young men were hiding. Before the five of them stood a white-bearded old man.
The old man wore a Daoist robe, stroking his long beard with a face full of worry.
"Do not be afraid. Those Outer Realm Heavenly Demons only patrol this place three times each time, and this is now the third time. Once this patrol is over, there can be no more Outer Realm Heavenly Demons on this mountain."
"Then we can return to the sect and take away the treasure that guards it. That thing absolutely cannot fall into the hands of the Outer Realm Heavenly Demons."
As the old man spoke, his expression suddenly turned resolute, and none of his earlier worry remained.
"But, Master..."
The young woman behind him wanted to say more, but the old man raised a hand to cut her