Wang Dahai took one last look at the ink-black storm clouds gathering in the sky. He only had time to curse before plunging headfirst to the ground, his eyes rolling back as he fainted!
Since this place was so remote, however, no one noticed what had happened.
Beneath the thatched shed in the herb garden, Ding Xiaofan kept his gaze fixed on the sky, seemingly unaware that Wang Dahai had fallen from the air.
"From what those two Wei brats said, it was Li Yan who was forming his Nascent Soul. It seemed that reckless journey had brought him quite a few benefits!"
"Yet the difficulty of crossing the tribulation requires the right time, the right place, luck, and strength; not one can be lacking. Since ancient times, how many people have perished here in bitter regret, their path to the Great Dao cut short?"
"Kid, for the sake of you having saved Shuang Qingqing back then, if the opportunity arises, this old man will lend you a hand. The only question is, how can I help without drawing the Heavenly Tribulation here?"
Ding Xiaofan's delicate brows furrowed, yet his tone was utterly different from before, steeped in the airs of an old man.
His Divine Sense was powerful. Before he had even swept over the place where the tribulation was taking place behind Small Bamboo Peak, he had already heard the conversation between Wei Zhongran and Mo Qing.
Naturally, he knew Li Yan. After accepting someone's request back then, he had personally descended into the fissure at Yinmo Cliff to search for him, believing that not even his bones remained.
Several decades ago, he had also learned that this young cultivator and Wei Zhongran's daughter had returned. He had been greatly surprised then. In his eyes, for two Foundation