On the warrior's continent.
The old ancestor of the windthunder city slowly walked out from his secluded cultivation. His face, which was as calm as an ancient well, revealed a rare trace of worry.
The city Lord's mansion was a place specially used to receive guests. Two cultivators in black robes were sitting quietly on a bench.
They wore masks on their faces and didn't say a word from beginning to end, exuding an aura that kept people away.
A faint fishy smell slowly drifted out from their bodies, proving that the place they lived in must have had a lot of contact with the ocean.
After the maidservant served the fruits, she stood aside carefully. She kept feeling that there was an aura on the other party that made her feel afraid.
They were like two wild beasts that would suddenly burst out and devour everyone around them.
