Tian Yin didn't utter a word, standing with his hands behind his back, towering on the summit of a perilous peak.
The cold wind blew fiercely, his white garments fluttering with a whistling sound, his hair, tied up inside the Heavenly Crown atop his head, dancing wildly in the gusts.
But none of this affected him in the slightest, his expression focused, eyes flashing like lightning, surveying the territories surrounding the perilous peak from his high vantage point.
It wasn't until a good while later that he finally withdrew his gaze and turned around.
"Yu Ji suffered the schemes of the Heavenly Mansion years ago, and only now has her injuries fully healed,"
"We, several brethren, had sworn a brotherly oath that day and together established the Demon Palace. The incident that befell her has always lingered in the depths of my heart."
