Within the Swallow Mountain region.
The ancient Immortal vessel, emanating a powerful, crushing aura, was surging towards Serpentwing Lake.
"Our repsects to you, Patriarch."
Xu Fang and the other Zifu Disciples knelt down, extremely nervous. They didn't even dare to raise their heads to look at him. To the four Zifu Disciples…the Primal Daoist level was unfathomably distant from them. In addition, they hadn't imagined that after shattering that talisman, one of the three Patriarchs of Snowdragon Mountain, Daoist Snowplume, would be the one to come.
"Describe the situation to me in detail." The feather-robed Daoist Snowplume sat there. He gave them a sideways glance, then closed his eyes and calmly gave them their orders.
