Patriarch!
Between the mist-shrouded heavens and earth, a dazzling waterfall seemed to pour down from the edge of the sky, yet also resembled an enormous pillar of light holding heaven and earth apart, illuminating this gray land of deathly silence.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just then, three shrill whistles tore through the air, and three figures slowly materialized before the dazzling wall of light.
Their leader wore white robes. His features were exceptionally handsome, his bearing ethereal, like a graceful young nobleman.
The two behind him wore black robes, their bodies enveloped in thick black mist that obscured their faces and forms.
"Young Master Hun Feng, we have arrived..."
One of the indistinct black figures stepped forward to the handsome young man's side and spoke in a Cold Yin voice.
These three were none other than Hun Feng, Hun Ya, and Hun Li, who had previously remained in the second layer to win people over. Now, they too intended to enter the Third Layer.
The one speaking was Hun Ya, whose cultivation had reached Nine-Star Dou Zun after half a year of training in the second layer.
Before he had even finished speaking, however, Hun Ya frowned slightly. Something occurred to him, and after a moment's hesitation, he addressed Hun Feng again, his tone somewhat grave.
"Young Master, Hun Tong and Hun Changqing left the group ahead of us. At their speed, they probably reached the Third Layer long ago. Hun Changqing bears a grudge against you, and Hun Tong and he are birds of a feather. I'm afraid they might have laid an ambush for you in the Third Layer..."
The smile on Hun Feng's face faded slightly at those words. He said nothing, merely narrowing his eyes at the dazzling wall of light before him as a faint gleam