Swift as lightning, Ouyang Hai finally arrived above Han Yuan City, not too far from the center of the lightning storm.
Even with his cultivation, he dared not get too close, fearing that he might become collateral damage.
"That should be the center..."
Focusing his gaze, he looked far into the distance and saw a mansion come into view, where a fat man and an old man stood opposite each other, seemingly in conversation.
"The one on the left should be Yue Longxiao, the head of the Wanxiang Sect's branch in Han Yuan City. It seems my guess was correct; it's very likely that those three geniuses attracted the lightning."
On his way here, he had notified Yue Longxiao through special channels, naturally also having relayed his appearance, so even though Ouyang Hai had never seen him in person, he recognized him.
After recognizing his own people, it was just unclear who the fat man opposite was and why he stood beneath the storm yet seemed completely unfazed.
