South Sea Arena
In the center of a square arena cast of steel, a cushion adorned with gold-threaded brocade was placed. On it sat the Yanyun Grandmaster, cross-legged, his face calm as he withdrew his consciousness from the Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul.
He could no longer remember how many times he had failed. Since the battle at South City, whenever he had a spare moment, he would utilize the Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul to search for the whereabouts of the Devil Lord Hook Chen, but each attempt ended without a trace.
"So you still haven't found the Devil Lord's whereabouts?"
In a dim corner of the arena, Xiang Qian, who had arrived at some unknown time, asked in a ghostly manner.
"Why has the Ancestor left Xiang Residence to oversee everything and run off to the South Sea?"
The Yanyun Grandmaster was not impressed by the sudden appearance of his family elder; he was still nursing a grievance over Xiang Qian's order to cease fighting during the battle at South City.
