Yet today, another figure appeared below the mountain gate.
The newcomer wore a loose gray robe, his face hidden beneath a hood, his figure slightly stooped.
The two Jade Capital Tower disciples guarding the mountain gate noticed him at once.
"Who goes there!"
Both braced themselves as though facing a formidable enemy, cold sweat seeping from their brows.
The ferocity of the cultivators and demons outside had long since cast an indelible shadow over the disciples' hearts.
And now someone had actually come alone to Jade Capital Tower's mountain gate...
What could he possibly want?!
At their challenge, the gray-robed figure stopped.
He slowly raised his head, his hood slipping back a little to reveal a somewhat weathered face. As he looked at the two young, unfamiliar faces before him, traces of nostalgia flickered in his eyes.
He had been away too long.
So long that the fellow disciples he had once known had either died or grown old.
The youngsters guarding the mountain gate now no longer recognized him. "I have come to pay my respects to an old friend."
The young disciple sneered. "Jade Capital Tower is a Pure Yang Dao Orthodoxy, a true lineage of the profound Dao. What old friend could a demon like you have here? Stop spouting your demonic lies to deceive us. Leave at once, or do not blame us for showing no mercy."
"..."
A true lineage... of the profound Dao?
At those words, White Elephant gave an indifferent smile.
He shook his head and looked up again, only this time, a hint of mockery lingered in his eyes. "If Mo Yang were still alive, perhaps you could still call yourselves a true lineage of the profound Dao."
"But now..."
"Heh..."
That soft scoff carried on the wind, grating sharply on their