Lan Fang Ziyi felt that the atmosphere was far too unfriendly to him. Ordinarily, if he were tossed into any crowd, he could at least count as a genius.
Only after meeting these three did he truly experience the merciless bite of bitter winter.
He had watched his junior brother grow up and knew exactly what he was like. In the past, Yun Huanling had been playful, unambitious, and unwilling to work hard. His master had always talked about how gifted his junior brother was, but he had never found it particularly impressive.
Yet did you know? There were people who seemed unremarkable in everyday life, but once some change occurred, they could turn your entire worldview upside down. Yun Huanling was precisely such a person.
Regarding this mission, although his master had told him to keep an eye on Yun Huanling, wasn't he actually asking him to guide Yun Huanling through completing it?
Yet so far, not only had he failed to guide him, he could not even sense the formation right before his eyes. And to think he had practiced the Eight Gates and Hidden Armor Art since childhood.
Judging by Yun Huanling's current attitude, however, he clearly already had his own ideas about this formation.
Looking at Su Jiu and Chu Luohen made his heart feel even more stifled.
Over the past two hundred-odd years, although he had become reasonably familiar with the Azure Tide Sect, he had had little contact with Ice Veil Peak.
To him, Chu Luohen was more a figure who existed only in hearsay.
Legend had it that Chu Luohen was extraordinarily gifted and had reached the Nascent Soul Realm at barely a hundred years old. His sensitivity to formations was no worse than that of the Heavenly Secret Sect's elders. Despite his