Night had fallen.
The full moon, like a glowing silver platter, hung suspended in the sky.
A tall young man in blue armor and a young man in a purple robe stood opposite each other, their auras clashing and stirring their long hair to flutter slightly behind them.
Behind the tall youth was a skeleton wrapped in white cloth, eerily extreme.
Although the young man in the purple robe had an ordinary face, his white eyebrows were particularly striking
"Fellow Daoist, why block my path?" The demonic heir Ye Fengdi touched his white eyebrows, his eyes wary as he looked at the tall youth blocking his way, his voice indifferent.
He was puzzled. Zhang Daoyi had previously fought a duel with the Buddhist heir on Qingyun Mountain in the Jiangnan Circuit, the event capturing the attention of the world. Now that the date was nearing, he naturally wanted to join the excitement and see for himself how his two old rivals had progressed.
