The fourth person was a tall and handsome young man, the powerful young cultivator who had just arrived by flying through the sky. He was probably in his twenties, with a head full of golden long hair that was as dazzling as a golden flame. His face was as beautiful as a carefully crafted jade. The individual exuded an innate sense of nobility, even in a crowd of infiniteness, he could quickly attract attention, like a golden sun that draws the eye.
Monk One Truth whispered, "That's Land, a powerful young man from the Western Clan. He is a God-gifted Spellmaster. These cultivators are also known as Curse Masters. It is said that they can draw upon the power of the deities they believe in."
Xiao Chen truly admired Land's ability to fly through the sky. For a martial artist like him, the journey to master such a skill would be very long and tortuous.
