The setting sun sank in the west, and twilight descended, but the area beneath the massive Stone Buddha was still bustling with activity. The disciples of the Nine Sects of Ancient Martial Arts had already gathered at the foot of the Stone Buddha, while the high-ranking members and powerful elders had chosen places higher up.
At the summit of the Stone Buddha stood two figures, one dressed in black and the other in white, one tall and one short. The person in the black robe had an extremely slender and emaciated figure. At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distant sky with an indescribable air of casual arrogance.
Although most people present had never seen this man before, everyone knew his identity at this point—he was that old man from the Holy Mansion of the Confucian Sect, said to be a near three-hundred-year old monster.
