Memories of Long Ago

But what Wei Zhongran and his wife did not know was that over the endless years, the gray-robed old man had stayed on nearly every peak of Phantom Sect. He merely followed the normal lifespan of cultivators, or died in some accident.

Then, under another identity, he would enter Phantom Sect once more.

Just as the gray-robed old man above turned his gaze back toward Great Master and Tutuai, a voice spoke two consecutive sentences, shattering the strange silence.

"You... you are Gu Jiuqi?"

Li Yan's heart jolted, for he recognized the voice. It belonged to Shuang Qingqing, the Grand Elder of the Woodflow Sect.

As the voice rang out, Shuang Qingqing's peerless beauty appeared before everyone's eyes. She stood atop the shoulder of a towering ancient ape puppet, facing the wind.

The night wind continuously swept her violet dress backward, outlining her graceful figure.

Yet her jade-like face was frosted with coldness as she stared fixedly at the gray-robed old man in the distant sky.

The gray-robed old man had originally turned to look at Great Master and Tutuai, but upon hearing that voice and that name, his ever-indifferent, lazy expression suddenly froze.

With his temperament and cultivation, he ordinarily would not care about any cultivator below. At most, only a few high-level cultivators could draw a little of his attention.

His task was to protect Phantom Sect. If he had not sensed that the "Lesser World-Shattering Pearl" had already threatened the life and death of Desolate Moon Continent, he would not have acted.

The existence of Phantom Sect was his mission, but ensuring that Phantom Sect did not establish invincible enemies was also the principle of the Chimei Envoy.

Otherwise, once it stood alone at the top, Phantom Sect would surely cease striving to advance. Its decline would