"Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist?"
Just as Ye Lin was heading back to his residence, two voices called out from not far away.
Turning his head, he saw Nangong Xuanyi and Xuanyuan Liefeng standing beneath a large tree, waving at him.
"Fellow Daoist, come with us. We found a good place."
After Nangong Xuanyi spoke, the two of them headed into the distance.
Ye Lin lifted his foot and followed.
Following the two across mountains and rivers, they eventually arrived before a waterfall.
The two men were seated atop a huge boulder beside the waterfall, gazing at the sea of clouds in the distance.
"Fellow Daoist, how did your match go?"
The moment Ye Lin approached, he heard Nangong Xuanyi's question.
"Not bad. Decent enough."
Ye Lin nodded, his gaze unconsciously following the waterfall upward.
Within that towering, magnificent waterfall, Ye Lin spotted someone.
A figure was sitting cross-legged amid the cascading waters, allowing the waterfall to pound against his body.
"Do you know that guy?"
Ye Lin asked the two of them.
The figure within the waterfall was precisely that strange man he had encountered in the arena today.
"Of course we know him. Kuang Feng, the Old Devil—who doesn't?"
Nangong Xuanyi raised a brow and smiled.
"Oh? Tell me about him."
Ye Lin raised his own brow, immediately growing somewhat interested.
"When all is said and done, that guy is a pitiable man too."
"Back then, for the sake of revenge, he used a secret art to sacrifice members of his own clan, using the bloodlines of all his relatives to raise his cultivation."
"His parents, his Dao companion, his children—they all died because of him."
"He sacrificed all 13,408 members of his clan, ultimately stepping into the Daluo Golden Immortal realm."
"After personally slaughtering his enemies, he began