The seamless sky canvas appeared to be torn open by a pair of invisible colossal hands, revealing a narrow portal.
The great cloak fluttered, garments white as snow, obscuring the view.
A tall and straight figure slowly emerged from the portal.
Jiang Hui, seemingly carefree, stood on the void, looking down from above at the old man who had walked out of the Immortal's Tomb.
He had indeed forgotten about the tricks hidden within the Immortal's Tomb, but fortunately, the severed bone appeared just in time, reminding him.
Yet the strength of the other party was too weak; had it not been for the magic of the Immortal's Tomb, even the Supreme might have been able to suppress him, hardly arousing any interest in Jiang Hui.
Upon the mountain terrain covered with lush green grass.
The old man looked up, seeing the slender figure stepping out of the void, his narrow and murky eyes now completely covered by an unbelievable sense of reality, replacing them.
