Liu Changdie soared through the skies toward Mount Dali, fully propelled by the wind. However, a beam of light from the south intercepted his path before it could reach Mount Qingdu, forcing him to come to a sudden halt.0

An Zheyan, who had been patrolling for some time, stopped Liu Changdie by the lake. "Who goes there?" he called out.0

Although An Zheyan was a Qi Cultivator of the eighth heavenly layer and capable of handling most rogue cultivators, the aura of this person made him feel rather uneasy.0

The man in question had an unassuming appearance but was at the peak of the Qi Cultivation Realm. Despite his youthful appearance, looking no older than thirty, his clothes were of fine quality. He cupped his fist, channeling his mana, and replied respectfully, "Liu Changdie has come to visit. Please…"0

But before he could finish, a clear, melodious voice interrupted them.0

"Daoist Changdie?"0

Liu Changdie turned to see a striking figure—a...0