Above Suiyu Mountain.
Three figures sat cross-legged within a cloud mist that was almost motionless.
At the edge of the cloud, an elderly man with a kind face looked down at the small mountain city below, with a vast divine thought seeping into every corner like a flood.
"Uncle Seven."
A middle-aged Daoist wearing a Black Jade Crown showed a hint of concern:
"Making such a display, won't Lord Qingxu notice us?"
"Second Brother, don't worry."
The young man in white beside him smiled and said:
"I've already investigated Lord Qingxu's background before coming here."
"He's a loose cultivator, and he has only been in the Foundation Establishment Stage for less than ten years, making him one of the lowest among the Foundation Establishment masters."
"With Uncle Seven's powerful divine thought, unless we're face to face with him, he absolutely won't notice us."
"Indeed."
The kind-looking elder, referred to as 'Uncle Seven,' also spoke slowly:
