Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao!

The vast night sky stretched overhead, while the lights of Suotuo City gradually faded behind him.

Huang Yun spread his wings and flew away from the city, heading northwest.

The terrain beneath him gradually changed from urban buildings to sparse woods and wasteland. The night wind brushed against his cheeks, carrying the distinctive chill of late autumn.

He did not fly very high, maintaining a low altitude as he planned to find a place outside the city to rest for the night before continuing his journey.

Just as he was about to pass over a dense forest, a mountain-like force suddenly pressed down from below.

That force was tyrannical and fierce, carrying a heavy scent of iron and blood. It was as though an invisible giant hand had descended from the heavens, forcefully dragging him down.

Huang Yun paused in midair, then slowed and descended with that force, landing steadily in a clearing within the forest.

He folded his wings and stood still, his hands tucked into his pockets. His gaze swept across the moonlit clearing ahead as he said calmly, "Come out."

After several breaths of silence, a figure slowly emerged from the depths of the shadows.

The man wore a tattered black robe, its hem stained with mud and alcohol. The edges were worn and frayed, as though he had not changed it in at least a decade.

A head of messy gray-white hair hung over his shoulders. His face was covered in stubble, and his complexion held the ashen decay unique to someone who had spent years drinking heavily.

He carried a half-full wine gourd in his right hand. Though his footsteps were steady and powerful, his entire body radiated a deep-seated despondency and depression.

Huang Yun frowned slightly.

Even from several steps away, he could smell