"What a vile beast!"
In the snow-veiled night sky dozens of miles west of Purple Tenuity Mountain, a Daoist remained concealed.
He was tall, with broad shoulders and a square face. His eyebrows slanted upward toward the temples, and his thick, black mustache extended sideways over his upper lip. The beard beneath his chin was short, dense, and disheveled, like steel needles. He had a tigerish look, fierce at a glance, and appeared to be in his forties or fifties.
The Daoist wore Purple Silk Daoist Robe embroidered with a nine-clawed golden dragon, its golden threads coiling amid a sea of clouds. Over it he wore a red gauze crane cloak, crimson as rosy clouds, its collar edged in gold-woven cloud-and-crane brocade. Five-colored Cloud Shoulders lay over his shoulders, layered like lotus petals.
With his tigerish face and dragon robe, his attire looked ostentatious and splendid, hardly that of an ordinary man.
A mere instant earlier, this Daoist had still been in Guangxin Prefecture in Yu Zhang. In a flash, he had crossed through the air to Quzhou Prefecture in Kuaiji. Now concealed in the void, he could see and hear everything happening on Xianxia Lake before Purple Tenuity Mountain, dozens of miles away, while remaining undetectable to the mountain's assembled Daoists, among whom experts were as numerous as clouds. Such cultivation was naturally far from ordinary.
Now, hearing the woman on the lake announce three charges against Dragon-Tiger Mountain, the Daoist flew into a rage and cursed.
He had known something must have happened when that little fox vanished over forty years ago, with neither a living person nor a corpse to be found. How could he have sent her to Wuling to summon souls without taking precautions? The moment she dared divulge any secrets, the Secret Seal Script