Bloodthistle Yao Mountain, the peak of a hill shrouded in bloody mist.

“It’s happening again….” Mu Xi sighed.

The intermittent whispering seemed to have a strange and terrifying power. The sound was like an invisible blade digging into one’s soul, ripping it apart. 

Mu Xi had experience with this, so he immediately sealed off his senses and used a secret technique to protect his soul. Even so, he felt rather unpleasant. 

He didn’t hesitate to take out a crystalline, transparent, fiery-red pendant and clasp it in his palm. A warm current instantly coursed through him, dispelling his discomfort. 

“If not for this Qilin Blood Jade Pendant, it would be really hard to take that noise,” Mu Xi muttered to himself.

He wore snow-white robes, with elegant, delicate features, and when he opened and closed his eyes, they flashed with starlight. He was tall, thin, and graceful, like a pine tree or stalk of bamboo.

“How are you?” He turned and glanced at the middle-aged man beside him. 

“I can endure,” said the middle-aged man gruffly. He looked wealthy and important, and he was clad in dark robes. He was big and tall, with rough-hewn features, as if someone had carved them with an ax, and he currently looked...