The morning sun pierced through the mountains and rivers, swept over the Outer Gate City, and countless disciples were flying in and out, busy and oppressed.
In a mansion.
Chen Xuanjin's Nascent Soul floated inside the hall. He lowered his head, full of tension.
In front of him, a man sat on the high seat, dressed in a dragon-patterned black robe, his face young and handsome. However, the majesty between his eyebrows gave him a sense of oppression that did not match his appearance. His long hair was coiled under a silver crown with Qilin carvings, exuding an air of supremacy just by sitting there.
"Your brother was killed by the demon cultivators of the Thousand Autumn Pavilion. Now you are seriously injured by the Flying Leaf Sword Immortal. Do you think Zuo Yijian's master might have something to do with the Thousand Autumn Pavilion?" The black-robed man spoke slowly.
His tone was calm, as if talking about a trivial matter.
