The Great Void, in the western sky.
Golden lightning rose faintly and formed a lightning mirror. A Daoist in golden robes stepped slowly out of it, his hair loose, his expression cold and stern as he gazed impassively toward Red Cloud.
Dark crimson ghostly fire spread outward, devouring this stretch of the Great Void bit by bit. A figure slowly emerged, clad in blood-red Daoist robes, with yin qi gathered between his brows, refusing to disperse.
"You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself. You shook off [Yin Guang], then came straight to Red Cloud. What, here to reap the harvest? With the Song Clan watching, he won't die."
True Person Lingjing smiled faintly. He hailed from the Dust-Sweeping Sect and was at the purple mansion middle stage, so naturally he had no fear of [Yin Guang], who shared his cultivation level. Lingming, beside him, wore a gloomy expression, anger lurking between his brows.
"Yin Thunder Mountain, his own direct descendant-that Xu Yi joined forces with a dragon scion and killed my direct descendant. That was bad enough, yet Xu Mingguang actually demanded an explanation from me?"
"After all, you joined the Void Spirit Hall in surrounding him and trying to kill him first. If we're weighing right and wrong, you're still the one at fault."
A trace of amusement colored Lingjing's words. Yet Lingming True Person did not grow angry. Instead, he calmed himself, looked toward Red Cloud, and murmured:
"The auspicious cloud is fifty percent formed, scenery light has manifested thrice, his merit remains undiminished, and his blessings have not fallen. Has that State Preceptor awakened?"
Lingming True Person looked doubtful. With his early-stage purple mansion cultivation, he truly could not fathom the other party's methods and could only ask his old friend beside him.
"It should be him.