West of the Ironwall Mountains, divine peaks towered, their jagged crags rising steep and lofty.
Amid these variegated mountains, deep in drifting clouds, two men sat playing a board game in a hastily built stone pavilion.
Both were handsome, refined middle-aged men.
One wore white, with a silvery-white saber on his back.
His bearing was upright and extraordinary. His hair, beard, and eyebrows were white, and even his hairpin was white. His distinctive air set off his immortal grace and Daoist mien.
The other had lean cheeks, a prominent brow, and piercing eyes.
Broad-framed, he wore a straight black robe with flowing sleeves, looking as lean and lofty as a pine or crane, uncommonly free and elegant.
The black-robed man looked unconcerned. As he placed a stone, he asked, "Have you grown afraid, Lord Huaishi?"
The white-browed man was equally uninterested in the game. He casually answered the move. "Why do you ask, Brother Qin?"
"You really shouldn't have acted personally this time and given Li Weichen your strongest ultimate move."
The black-robed man shook his head disapprovingly. "It's not that I don't understand your desire to fight Mei Nianxue again, Lord Huaishi. But once this is exposed, the entire Northern Domain Martial Arts World will probably regard your Divine Saber Sect as Human Traitors and point accusing fingers at your backs."
"That can wait until it is exposed. Let's hope Mei Nianxue can still walk out of the Demon Cavern."
The white-browed man remained unmoved, his expression indifferent. "Besides, that's not how it should be put. Is the Formless Divine Sect imprisoning Giant Gods and drawing their blood really beneficial to our Human Race?
"The longer they imprison and seal them, the greater the danger. Sooner or later, it will brew a great calamity and plunge the entire Divine