The tribulation clouds were densely layered, and the atmosphere was oppressive. 

Madam Miaohua and the twenty-plus cultivators of the Great Chu under her command stood in the sky.

All of their auras were domineering, and misty light circulated around them as they locked down the area around the peak.

But it was as if Su Yi didn’t even see them. He placed his hands behind his back and gazed up into the dome of heaven.

Qing Wan’s grand tribulation would soon be upon her…

Yuan Heng was instantly on guard, and he readied himself for battle. 

It was obvious to him that this group was here with ill intentions!

“Madam Miaohua, do you recognize them?” asked the graying elder in inky robes. 

“Everyone, look! That’s the yao cultivator I spoke of earlier.” Madam Miaohua raised her jade-like hand and pointed at Yuan Heng. 

Whoosh!

Everyone instantly looked over.

“So, it’s them!” The crowd looked enlightened.

“Tch, who’d have thought the yao cultivator was traveling with a ghost about to undergo tribulation? Villains really do travel in packs!” The graying elder in ink-dark robes laughed coldly, his words utterly disdainful.

Yuan Heng’s expression darkened,...