"Very well, then follow me."
The youth spoke coldly, and immediately a white light encircled his body, turning into a beam that shot away into the sky.
Liu Ming, without a second word, let out a surge of black qi which also transformed into rolling black clouds as he pursued.
After the time it takes to finish a meal, the two arrived one after another at the foot of Giant Demon Mountain.
There was a circular platform there, spanning over a hundred acres, with ancient-style stone pillars erected all around, their surfaces engraved with dense, black spirit patterns.
By the edge of the stone platform, seven or eight Spirit Masters from the Yuanmo Sect were already waiting.
Some of these people were on the older side, looking to be in their mid-twenties, while the youngest was a girl who seemed to be a year or two younger than the youth.
