Looking closely.
At the chest of that enormous Dharma manifestation stood a figure dressed in coarse hemp robes.
His face was covered in stubble, and he was currently gazing regretfully at the once-grand mountain gate, now reduced to ruins.
"Hand over the person I want."
"I'll compensate you for your losses."
Shen Muge spoke again.
Her voice was as cold as ever.
"Shen Muge, don't push it too far. You killed my little sister back then, and I never settled that score with you."
"Leave now, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
The young man's expression did not change. He raised his head to look at Shen Muge as he spoke.
His aura refused to yield in the slightest against Shen Muge's.
At this moment, the two were evenly matched.
"Heh..."
"My little sister? More like your lover, wasn't she?"
"I don't have time to waste words with you. I'll ask one last time: will you hand him over or not?"
"If you refuse, then today, I'll tear down your Mountain Walking Sect."
As Shen Muge finished speaking, a terrifying aura swept through the surroundings, faintly forcing back the aura emitted by that dreadful Dharma manifestation.
"This place is called the Mountain Walking Sect. That person is Mountainwalker Venerable, also called Wu Chen. He's at the sixth level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, higher than Second Senior Sister in cultivation, but in terms of actual strength, he's no match for her."
Seeing Ye Lin's bewildered expression, Yun Qiyue thoughtfully explained it to him.
"So that's how it is."
Ye Lin nodded, finally sorting out the relationships between everyone present.
"Hey, little Qiyue, what do you mean, cultivation suppression but unable to win in a fight?"
"Come, come, come. Let's have a talk."
In the distance, Wu Chen revealed an