The Taoist's complexion worsened, he was actually already dead, offering his own cultivation to set a trap here, barely keeping half a breath.
He didn't ask how Wen Yan managed it, nor did he doubt Wen Yan's identity.
A martial artist, with such abundant Yang Energy and clearly possessing Divine Skills, could only be someone from Fuyu Mountain.
Seeing the Taoist's Yang Energy gradually dissipate, Wen Yan reached out his hand and blessed him with Yang Energy once again.
In an instant, the Taoist, who looked like a dead man, suddenly widened his eyes.
"You... you..."
He looked around, then at Wen Yan, recalling how the Mountain Lord suddenly disappeared just now, the Taoist's face showed realization.
"The heavens cannot have two suns, the earth cannot have two Yangs, meeting you here, there can only be one situation —this is an Ancient Dream, I am already dead, and the Mountain Lord has fallen by your hand, hasn't he?"
"You could say that."
