Hua Mountain, Province S.
A ripple appeared in the air somewhere in the mountain.
Plop! A person fell down.
He cried out in pain, stood up, and rubbed his butt.
He was about fifty years old, and his figure was thin. He wore a long green robe, had a long beard, and his hair was in a bun. He looked as though he was from the past.
There was a bulging backpack on his back and a piece of jade on his waist.
He looked around and sensed for a while. Then, he frowned. "The Hierarch and the others are right. The qi in the air is indeed thin. At such a level of qi... the Huaxia cultivation world must be very weak now!
"I don't know if the other sects have returned. I should assess the situation first," he muttered.
When he remembered the Hierarch's teachings before he left, he felt that he had a great responsibility.
