On the North Ice Continent, an old man stood in a courtyard.
Had Dong Fuyi and Pei Buchong seen this place, they would have recognized it immediately. It was the hidden sect they had searched so long for before infiltrating it to rescue True Lord Qianzhong.
The old man had grizzled hair and wore a gray robe. He looked to be in his sixties, with quite a few wrinkles already lining his face, but beneath his gray brows were eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
He stood alone in the courtyard, which seemed utterly still.
At that moment, he held a jade slip in one hand. Ever since withdrawing his divine sense from it, he had kept his head raised, staring blankly at the sky.
"Decades have passed. It seems Dong Fuyi and the others really have left this continent!
"Originally, I thought that after they dealt the Xiao Yun Sect such a crushing blow, True Lord Qianzhong, with all that fury pent up inside him, would seize the chance to uproot every hidden sect we have on the North Ice Continent.
"Yet they vanished completely, like dogs driven from their home, and apparently abandoned any thought of revenge.
"Over all these years, no trace of them has appeared in the Immortal Spirit Realm either. We sent out so many people, but only after all these years of inquiries did we find what might be a faint trace of Qian Zhong on the Lost Continent.
"But judging by the clues reported back, those traces were probably left when he supported the Holy Devil Palace on his way to the North Ice Continent back then. After that, his trail vanished...
"Since they disappeared from the North Ice Continent, we haven't found any fresh traces on the Lost Continent either.
"And we