Deep into the night.

The majestic Cloudsoaring Mountain stood tall and erect, like a gigantic stone pillar piercing into the clouds.

At the foot of the mountain, Nie Tian looked up at it, breathing deeply and filled with emotion.

“Lingzhu, you go ahead,” Li Fan said casually.

Jiang Lingzhu turned around to look at Nie Tian. With a complicated expression, she said, “What about him?”

Li Fan answered, “Master has instructed me to bring him directly to the back of the mountain.”

Jiang Lingzhu was taken aback. “Really?”

Li Fan laughed bitterly. “I wish he was kidding. Ahh... the idea of having such a young martial uncle also bothered me...”

“You lucky dog!” Jiang Lingzhu said, glaring at Nie Tian. Sounding annoyed, she continued, “I don’t care. I won’t call you martial uncle no matter what. You’re not even my a...