The Clear Sky Sect.
The mountain had been sealed off for years. Snow fell year-round on its summit, while the village at its foot appeared to house ordinary people. In truth, they were all lookouts posted by the Clear Sky Sect.
They kept watch and gathered news from the outside world, ensuring the Clear Sky Sect did not become truly deaf and blind.
Ordinarily, few people visited the village.
But today, a middle-aged man in tattered clothes, blood still flowing from his wounds, approached;
In his arms, he carried a boy whose brow was tightly furrowed and whose face had turned black. His shoes were full of holes as he raced toward the village.
The Clear Sky Sect disciples who spotted them from afar were puzzled. The man looked like he had urgent business, but the sect's rules could not be broken. Every disciple moved to stop him, only to discover that the ragged man was absurdly powerful.
Before he even reached them, a single shouted "Get lost!" shook the disciples so badly that none dared stand in his way.
A Titled Douluo!
He was definitely a powerhouse at the Titled Douluo level!
The sudden arrival of someone that powerful at the Clear Sky Sect was beyond anything these disciples could handle.
The captain in charge immediately sent a signal, informing the sect's elders that something had happened.
Soon, the man carrying the boy reached the village chief. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at those blocking his path.
"I don't want trouble with you! Go get your sect master. I have urgent business!"
Before the disciples could answer, an elderly voice sounded from above.
"May I ask who our honored guest is? You arrive unannounced and demand to see our sect master..."
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