Gu Xi announced to the outside world that he was going into closed-door cultivation to prepare for the Dao Conference in the Capital in the next few days. The people of the Supreme Purity Sect naturally did not dare to disturb him.
When night fell, no one noticed that the black shadow was fleeting. It was like a ghost, almost impossible to catch its tracks. Using the cover of the night, it arrived at the top of the mountain in the southwest direction of the Capital.
This place was uninhabited. It could be said to be desolate.
This person was Gu Xi. He had casually set up a few formations to prevent his aura from leaking out and attracting attention.
Gu Xi summoned the cauldron that he had exchanged with the Wanxiang Chamber of Commerce. Under the cold moonlight, even the copper rust outside the cauldron was stained with an unfathomable light. As it reflected in his eyes, it seemed even more profound.
"What secret do you have?"
