Disintegrated by the Collision

Tianlan Mountain Range.

After several days of searching, Yi Feng had finally found his money pouch.

So he mounted Slowly and once again set off on his vigorous search for disciples.

It was also at this moment.

Space rippled somewhere in the heart of the mountain range.

Two figures stepped out of a spatial passage.

One of them was Zhen Wuji.

The other was Cheng Liyuan, an elder accompanying him from the Huang Sect.

"Is this where my grandfather usually lived?"

Zhen Wuji drew a deep breath, filled with excitement.

After saying that, his aura surged from his body as he flew straight into the sky.

"Grandfather, I'm your grandson, Zhen Wuji! I've come to see you!"

Zhen Wuji's booming voice shook the forest.

Seeing this, Cheng Liyuan hurriedly followed.

"What are you coming up here for?"

Zhen Wuji shot him a sinister look and said in a deep voice, "What right do you have to follow me? Can you bear the consequences if you disturb my grandfather?"

"Get down there and kneel."

Zhen Wuji's rebuke rang out.

Cheng Liyuan's face turned incomparably grim.

Along the way, he had endured no small amount of humiliation from Zhen Wuji, yet he had only dared to seethe in silence.

He had not expected that Zhen Wuji would now demand that he kneel. He was, after all, a dignified elder.

But when he thought of that grandfather of his, Cheng Liyuan endured it.

With a face as dark as iron, he dropped to one knee.

For Zhen Wuji was right about one thing: Zhen Wuji dared to roar and run wild in these mountains, even fly through the air, but he did not.

Just then.

With a whoosh, a figure flew down from the sky and landed a hundred zhang away from them.