In the far most eastern mountains of Donghua, there were lush mountains everywhere. Hundreds of yellow and white ancient wooden houses were scattered on top of a large mountain which looked rather old.
Two people were seated in the courtyard of the tallest mountain.
One of them was an old man dressed in orange. He looked around seventy to eighty years old and he had long, gray-white hair and a messy-looking beard. His tanned, skinny face made him look as though he was poisoned. He looked rather frightening.
Shockingly, the other beautiful woman dressed in green was Chu Qingchuan.
"What's wrong? Didn't that Black Cat Demon help you catch the world's most handsome man, Nangong Ba?" said the old man in a deep and hoarse voice. With his wrinkled brows and eyes, one couldn't read his emotions.
