The Locust Soul Hall did not keep Li Jiangqian waiting long. Before the heavy rain had even ceased, a black wind swept in from the north and surged menacingly toward the northern shore.0

Once it crossed Glacial Cloud Peak and Jiangbei was no longer in sight, it immediately drew back its head. The black wind dispersed and the sinister aura vanished, leaving only a shriveled, bald old monster flying low over the lake. He bowed toward the grand formation above the waters and wailed loudly, "I am Daoist Wugui, one of the eight Dharma Protectors of the Locust Soul Hall in Jiangbei. I humbly request an audience with the lord of the immortal family."0

Li Jiangqian had already given orders, so Daoist Wugui had been watched the entire way. Someone immediately stepped forward to guide him. Daoist Wugui hurried inside,...0