At the foot of the mountain, there was an open expanse of land.
As the air fluctuated, a dozen horses appeared as if descending from heaven, their arrival sudden and unexpected.
Apart from Su Junyang, the eldest son of the Su Family, everyone else on horseback had an expressionless face, frozen as if struck by some mysterious binding skill.
Su Junyang's face was pale, a streak of crimson blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Following this, a figure seemed to peel away from his body, slowly unfurling like an ink painting, before finally solidifying on the ground.
It was an old man dressed in a colorful Taoist robe.
The Taoist bore a gaunt face, his silver hair like snow, crowned with a five-sage hat worn by high-level masters during transcendence ceremonies, his long beard fluttering in the wind, further accentuating his ethereal demeanor.
However, the Taoist's right eye was vacant and lifeless, clearly blind.
"Master!"
Su Junyang showed a respectful expression.
