Lin Chen's gaze shifted slightly.
"Who from the Four Seas Merchant Guild?"
"I didn't see him myself," Liu Qinghan said. "I only heard descriptions from some martial artists. He was tall, with an exceptionally powerful physique and the imposing air of a bull whose might pierced the heavens."
Liu Qinghan answered.
Zhao Yuanhao!
A figure flashed through Lin Chen's mind.
"Where is Dragon-Trapping Cliff?" Lin Chen's voice remained calm, but the temperature around him abruptly dropped several degrees.
"About six hundred li east of here, you'll see a range of crimson mountains. Dragon-Trapping Cliff is among them. Fellow Daoist Lin, if you intend to go, you must beware of the Sky Eagle Young Master. He is ruthless and will never let the matter rest—"
Before she finished, Lin Chen stepped forward and rose into the air, his voice sweeping across the wilderness.
"The Sky Eagle Young Master?"
"Hmph. Even without this incident, I had no intention of passing up that Blood Spirit Hall. Let's see what tricks he has to justify such arrogance."
With that, Lin Chen became a streak of light that tore through the sky, racing northeast!
Six hundred li was hardly far for someone in the Earth Martial Realm.
Less than half a day later, a golden streak swept across the horizon, and Lin Chen hovered above the crimson mountains.
With a thought, he spread his spiritual sense like a tide, instantly covering more than ten li in every direction.
Deep within the crimson mountain range, he saw an ancient hall that had half collapsed.
There was no telling when the hall had been built. Its walls were weathered, and most of it lay buried beneath fallen rocks, leaving only a small section of the building and half a ruined doorway exposed.
Yet a pale red barrier