As the Golden-Robed Elder finished speaking, Yun Shan's pupils contracted sharply. He swallowed, then protested, "Heh, surely... surely you're joking?"
Before the Golden-Robed Elder could answer, a powerful fluctuation surged from the mountain behind Yun Shan.
Sensing the aura behind him, Yun Shan's face flashed with surprise. He rose to his feet and turned his gaze toward the rear.
When the Golden-Robed Elder sensed the Dou Zong aura coming from the rear mountain, he too gave Yun Shan a startled look.
Wasn't Yun Shan, who had only just broken through, supposed to be the Misty Cloud Sect's only Dou Zong? Why had another Dou Zong suddenly appeared back there?
Still, this was a good thing. The stronger the Misty Cloud Sect was, the greater his hopes of revenge would be.
As Yun Shan and the Golden-Robed Elder reacted, a dense mass of black mist swiftly flew out of the rear mountain toward them. It gathered beside Yun Shan, and a shadowy figure emerged within it.
"Hehehe..."
An eerie cackle that made the skin crawl rang out from the black mist. Watching the figure flicker within it, the Golden-Robed Elder's eyes narrowed, and he blurted out, "Someone from the Hall of Souls?"
At the Golden-Robed Elder's words, Yun Shan jolted, while the strange laughter within the mist abruptly stopped. Even the churning black mist stalled.
Although everything had fallen silent, the Golden-Robed Elder could feel Yun Shan staring at him. From within the black mist, another sharp gaze continued to scrutinize him.
"Who exactly are you? With your strength, you have no business knowing about the Hall of Souls."
An indifferent voice sounded from within the black mist, instantly increasing the pressure on the Golden-Robed Elder.
"And this Venerable Yao you mentioned-do you realize how serious this matter is? Tell me