"Pavilion Master Yan, surely you didn't come to our Falling Cloud Sect just for tea!"
High in the air, Lü Luo faced off against a cultivator. The man was tall and gaunt, his face sallow, his hair and beard white-a dull, withered white like dried grass.
His simple grayish-brown Confucian robe looked quite ordinary.
Despite his clothing and appearance, an indescribable air surrounded him, with a faint aura of righteousness lingering about his body.
"Nothing much. I merely came to have a look. Over a decade ago, my disciple returned injured, and I heard an extraordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator had appeared here. I never had the time, and only now have I managed to spare a moment to visit!" Pavilion Master Yan spoke softly and slowly, yet every word was exceptionally clear.
"Pavilion Master Yan, I doubt you're merely here to have a look! I heard you've been in seclusion for two or three hundred years, yet now you come here and claim you're just looking around? Hmph!" Lü Luo already knew why he had come.
Lu Shang was in seclusion, and Pavilion Master Yan's purpose in coming at this moment was obvious: he was here for Lu Shang.
For the sect's continued development, Lü Luo had no choice but to confront him personally, while Cheng Tiankun watched from behind.
The atmosphere was one of drawn swords and taut bows. A single exchange could spark a fierce battle.
Just then, a pale blue Ice Cone shot out from behind Lü Luo toward Pavilion Master Yan. Pavilion Master Yan shifted backward to one side and abruptly exerted his power, deflecting the Ice Cone.
Bang!
Pavilion Master Yan showed no surprise, no anger-not even the slightest change in expression.
That expression lasted only a moment before he forced a smile onto his