He wore a serene expression, as if appreciating the scenery within the clouds. Decades of grueling cultivation had completely disconnected his inner emotions from his outward expressions. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the small mountain peak that was slowly appearing before him.
He looked at Tang Shedou with a smile and said softly,
"Brother, why not we go down and take a look?"
On the mountain peak, two people were confronting each other. One of them held a copper bowl, unleashing numerous bolts of thunder and lightning, with purple light flashing as he bore a ferocious expression, wearing robes that were quite unfamiliar.
The other, wielding a pair of knives, was enveloped in black and crimson smoke and flames, also rather impatient, his suppressed rage evident as he said coldly,
"Miao Ye... you truly can't get along with me anywhere!"
