The Black Flood Dragon's body gradually stabilized, and it was then that An Jing frowned and looked into the distance.
Above the vastness of heaven and earth in the distance, an old man in white stood on the top of a lush giant tree, his robe fluttering gently with the wind. His aged face was etched with the traces of time, and his lips held a faint smile that seemed both present and absent.
The old master of the Five Poison Sect, Feng Lingyue.
He led the Five Poison out of the Demon Sect and defeated the grandmaster of Heavenly Sect, Duanmu Xinghua.
From head to toe, he exuded an air of unrestrained freedom and elegance. An Jing had seen many masters, but few had the same carefree nonchalance as him.
