Atop Mount Taibai.
Thorns encircled it, and vegetation grew thick.
Several small wooden cabins stood in the quiet woods. In the clearing beside them stood a few solitary graves, but strangely, the one in the very center had no gravestone, only a rusty, broken sword planted before it.
There was no telling how many battles this sword had endured or how much blood it had tasted. Nicks and cracks covered it, yet it seemed to harbor boundless killing intent, making others afraid to look straight at it.
At that moment.
Two figures, one old and one young, stood in the woods beside those solitary graves, quietly watching the great battle in the sky not far away.
"Master, are we just going to let them fight here? If this keeps up, they'll destroy our sect grounds!" the youth asked with a frown.
The old man wore white robes, with white eyebrows and hair, his bearing as ethereal as an immortal's. Yet a cold, murderous aura filled him from head to toe. Clearly, he was no kindly soul.
A trace of chill in his eyes, the old man said coldly, "I've already given them a chance. If they insist on fighting here and destroying our sect grounds, I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget."
"Yes, Master!" The youth's eyes lit up with a hint of anticipation. He even seemed to hope these people would keep fighting, preferably trying to destroy Mount Taibai.
That way, his master would take action himself.
And he could see his master's strength again!
He vaguely remembered that the last time his master had acted seemed to have been... hmm, ten years ago?
He had still been little then, but he clearly remembered someone calling himself Blood Hand Li Gong bringing men to seize the Taibai Sect's