Dongluo Pass.
The setting sun gave way to a sky filled with wind and sand.
With evening approaching, the number of people on the highway gradually dwindled.
Under the poplar trees lining the road, there stood a stunningly beautiful woman in white, her gaze following the horizon, a rare gentleness in her eyes.
This woman was none other than Zhao Qingmei.
Behind her were Tan Yun, Yu Qiurong, Duanmu Xinghua, Lin Tianhai, along with many other experts from the Demon Sect.
At that moment, Duanmu Xinghua couldn't help but feel nostalgic as she looked into the distance, "The last time I saw the Great Elder was thirty years ago..."
Before Jun Qinglin went into seclusion, he was the pinnacle of martial artists. To seasoned Demon Sect experts like her, they were still considered junior in front of Jun Qinglin.
And experts of his age, ninety-nine percent of them had already become dust, leaving him alone in this jianghu.
"Thirty years really flew by so fast."
