In Wudang Mountain, there are countless peaks, some of which remain unexplored primal landscapes.
Wang Longhu followed Celestial Martial Daoist briskly along a small mountain path, quickly arriving at the edge of a cliff.
Beside the cliff stood a stone pavilion, where an old Daoist, with his back turned, exuded an air of impenetrable mystery.
Wang Longhu had seen this old Daoist not long ago; he was the very Xuanzhen Daoist referred to as "Uncle Master" by Celestial Martial Daoist.
"Uncle Master," Celestial Martial Daoist lazily called out.
Xuanzhen turned to look, locking eyes directly with Wang Longhu.
In that instant, Xuanzhen's gaze became exceptionally sharp, like an invisible dagger poised to pierce into Wang Longhu's mind.
Feeling a prickling pain between his brows, Wang Longhu instinctively focused his Spirit, concentrating entirely on Xuanzhen.
