Manipulating Soul Power from afar—especially the already scant thread hidden within Nangong Yuexia's body—to engage in an invisible clash and contest with a powerhouse like the Longevity Old Ancestor consumed an enormous amount of mental energy. Even sensing it was exceptionally draining, nearly comparable to an intense battle.
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, preparing to regulate his breathing and recover.
Just then, the door to the quiet chamber silently opened.
A figure walked in. The newcomer looked utterly ordinary, with a dark face, the color of someone who had spent years laboring under the sun in the fields. He was somewhat thin and wore a plain gray coarse-cloth shirt, looking exactly like a farmer who had just returned from the land.
Yet from this seemingly ordinary "middle-aged man" came a faint, unintentional aura that made Gu Sheng—who had just endured one upheaval after another, his will already as solid as stone—instantly break out in goosebumps. From the depths of his soul rose an instinctive, intense wariness and vigilance!
This was undoubtedly an extremely terrifying figure!
The "middle-aged man" grinned, revealing a row of white teeth that sharply contrasted with his dark skin. With a hint of teasing and scrutiny, he joked.
"Kid, you've got some nerve.
When you destroyed my Five Poisons Divine Cult's branch at the border and killed my disciples, did you ever think that one day you'd fall into the hands of the real owner? And that you'd still be able to sleep soundly in my Five Poisons headquarters as if nobody else existed?"
The atmosphere in the quiet chamber became somewhat stagnant the instant the middle-aged man entered.
Even the medicinal fragrance and incense in the air seemed to stop flowing.
Gu Sheng slowly rose to his feet, calmly meeting the other man's