Right now, there were three people standing atop the mountain that had the engravings made by the Heavenly Lord of Lightning. There was also that woman who was extremely skilled with the sword hiding in some unknown place. They could hear her voice, but they couldn't see her person.

Among them, the person with the lowest cultivation base, Lake View Academy's Cui Minghuang, was experiencing the biggest headache. If it were anywhere else, he would definitely be regarded as a powerful and top-notch immortal. He would be treated as a most esteemed guest, and he would hear so many words of flattery that his ears would start to grow calluses. However, it was a pity that Cui Minghuang had become the most unremarkable ant tonight. In fact, he was perhaps even inferior to an ant.0

After becoming accustomed to his high and lofty status, Cui Minghuang couldn't help but feel stifled by this terrible feeling. He could only silently recite the Confucian classics in his mind to suppress these distracting thoughts.

He glanced at the old man who had returned from the sea of stars in the sky. Right now, the old man was disguised as the former assistant minister of Yellow Court Nation. In reality, however, he was an old flood dragon who had lived for a terrifyingly long time.

He was far calmer than Cui Minghuang at this moment, and he stroked his beard with one hand as he gazed at the sword qi cage with great interest. He murmured to himself as he clucked his tongue in wonder.

Cui Minghuang had secretly traveled south by the order of the imperial preceptor, and the aim of his trip was to discuss a secret matter with the old flood dragon who was lying low here. The imperial preceptor of the Great Li Empire wanted to invite this old man who was temporarily...