Meng Yu, who had emerged from seclusion, did not cause any sensation. The Golden Lotus Heart Method emphasizes being like water in form, enduring as a mountain, contemplating deeply, and concealing all fluctuations.
The strength of Meng Yu was like the lotus seeds within the lotus pod, hidden layer by layer, the higher one goes, the more ordinary it appears.
That very night, at twelve o'clock, he suddenly looked up at the sky, sensing that something was amiss.
There was a problem with the Nine-Petal White Lotus within his body.
The next morning, in the center of the Martial Arts Miniature World, on a raised platform, an old man with white eyebrows sat suspended in midair.
His garments were not of the Immortal Sect, but adorned with strange patterns.
"I am True Lord of Bai Yang."
The old man sneered, looking at everyone present, his aura so oppressive that no one could move.
It was like a natural disaster, or a great horror.
"A Nascent Soul Master?"
