Feng Jianxing's words fell.
Before the three of them, the mountain mist suddenly churned in silence.
Tianjue Peak, which had been blurred and indistinct, finally revealed one corner amid the fog.
The peak towered high.
Like a gray-black giant sword thrust upside down into the earth.
Yet around the body of the peak, ring after ring of faint formation patterns circled.
The formation patterns were not glaring.
They even seemed peaceful.
But precisely because of that, they made a chill creep into one's heart all the more.
Before the few of them could figure out what was going on, a streak of flowing light came racing over from beyond the sky.
Before long, the flowing light settled, and within it a figure hovered in midair, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.
The newcomer wore Daoist robes, with the faint mark of a lotus visible between his brows. No aura showed around him, yet he naturally possessed a steady bearing in which Buddhism and Daoism were blended as one.
It was none other than Mo Huaikong.
Seeing Su Shi'er and the other two arrive, Mo Huaikong gave a slight nod.
His gaze swept over the three of them, yet he did not ask further about their injuries.
"Senior!"
Su Shi'er cupped his hands in salute.
Mo Huaikong nodded lightly, but his gaze remained fixed on Tianjue Peak ahead.
Looking at the formation patterns circulating around Tianjue Peak's outer layer, even Mo Huaikong's calm face could not help but take on a few traces of gravity.
"Senior... have you seen something?"
Feng Jianxing asked in a deep voice.
Mo Huaikong did not answer at once.
He merely raised his eyes and looked toward the farther outer reaches of Cang Mountain.
Only after a moment did he slowly say, "On my