The sun set beyond the western mountains!
The horizon was tinged with a brilliant orange-red!
When Ye Chenfeng arrived at the Wind Guard Camp on the outskirts of Capital City with Xia Zining, three elderly men dressed in simple long robes, looking as if they had walked out of a historical drama, ignored the curious glances of those around them and strode out of Capital International Airport with calm composure.
These three old men appeared to be in their seventies or eighties. One of them, standing in the middle, had eyes filled with a dense, gloomy haze. With slightly clenched dry palms, he looked at the increasingly dark skies outside the airport and muttered to himself, "I never thought my first visit to the Secular World would be so sneaky, nor that it would be to avenge my grandson."
This man standing in the middle was Wang Muchong, father of Yun Tian Sect's Sect Master Wang Zhongtian. His trip was specifically for Ye Chenfeng—to personally avenge his grandson.
