Lin Fan, who had left Chaozhou, crossed the boundless Tianhe and arrived in Yangzhou, a more prosperous continent than Chaozhou, where the stages of the immortal sects were higher and the number of cultivators was unimaginably large.
Walking along a forest path, he traveled step by step toward the unknown distance, abandoning the idea of going to the immortal sect to browse the scriptures. If there really were records of immortals in the scriptures, Sect Head He couldn't possibly know nothing.
Rather than wasting time, he might as well explore this world thoroughly; ultimately, he would encounter it.
Three figures appeared, blocking his way.
"Heh, heh, this road is built by us, the Malevolent Duo. If you want to pass, obediently hand over your storage bag."
The cultivator speaking wore a gray robe, his cheeks were gaunt, and his eyes were sinister.
