The mountains were stacked up against each other. On a luxuriantly green hilltop, a man was standing on a pine tree with his hands behind his back. He was looking far and deep into the mountains. A while later, he suddenly turned around. With a faint smile, he said, "Brother Dong, I guess the plan failed since you're here now."
A figure with a darkened look walked out from behind the woods. It was Dong Shan, who had fought with Mu Chen earlier. Dong Shan spoke in a cold and hard tone, "Wu Tong, your plan failed. Wen Qingxuan is smart. With one look, she could tell that we had colluded in the first place."
Under the pine tree, the man by the name of Wu Tong had a head full of red, flaming hair. In his slender palm, he was rotating two golden balls with complicated runes on them. Occasionally, the spiritual fluctuation let out from his body was vast and deep like the ocean, and no one could belittle his presence.
