"Yu Mugao looked incredibly arrogant, clad in fluttering black attire and wielding a divine weapon. He taunted, "The phoenix resides in the parasol tree~ Do you dare to descend, little cultivator?"0

The tavern buzzed with activity as the audience craned their necks to hear better. Throngs surrounded a man clothed in gray at the center of the room, who stroked his goatee as he performed.0

"An Jingming, a top-notch immortal talent, scoffed and retorted loudly, I am blessed with the bones of an immortal; favored by the heavens! How dare you, an insignificant centipede, refer to yourself as a parasol tree in my presence~"1

As soon as the gray-clothed man had finished speaking those words, the crowd erupted into shouts and applause. He smirked, stroking his beard, evidently pleased with his own performance.1

At the edge of the crowd stood a boy of about eleven or twelve, dressed in a leather coat with snow-white fur around the cuffs. It was easy...0