Chapter 461
After leaving the valley, Wu Zichen did not charge about blindly. He seemed to have a clear destination, flying directly along a mountain range toward a place where flocks of white cranes wheeled through the air.
The scenery within the Mystic Profound Realm was beautiful and richly colored, like a landscape painting, as though everything here remained untouched by the dust of the mortal world.
Yet as he flew through it, though the mountains and waters shifted in endlessly varied forms, they always gave off a stifling air, steeped in the twilight of old age.
At this moment, a pavilion perched upon a mountain ridge appeared in his sight. His gaze shifted, and he descended, finally landing upon a broad platform paved with blue bricks.
The middle-aged Daoist who should have gone to Hidden Mountain to deliver a message was standing here instead. Seeing Wu Zichen arrive, his expression darkened. "What is the meaning of this? Didn't you say you were merely coming to spar? If someone lost control during a spar, there would still be room for discussion. How could you start by trying to kill them?"
Wu Zichen said calmly, "They threatened me."
The middle-aged Daoist snorted and flicked his sleeve. "Fine. For now, I have pushed this matter onto the Profound Residence's head. I am trying to send the unrelated people outside, but this cannot be concealed for long. Whatever you intend to do, do it quickly. Once you are done, leave at once."
Wu Zichen looked at him. "I need a guide."
The middle-aged Daoist glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "Follow me." With that, he leaped into the air and transformed into a dim, obscure ray of light, leading the way ahead. Wu Zichen followed in a streak of light.